Inside the Golden Hall.
Accompanied by the exquisitely gentle sound of the cello.
The blonde girl waved the bow in her hand, the little rabbit pattern on her Lolita skirt swaying softly. She was practically dancing across the stage!
Right here on this stage, within this solemn Golden Hall.
Every audience member was deeply shaken at that moment.
"(What a huge contrast from before—this part is so beautiful!)"
"(She looks just like a princess!)"
"(It feels so reassuring. It's truly a pleasure to listen to!)"
"(Is this the caliber of cellists from China?)"
What exactly did this "gentleness" feel like?
It was not like the Japanese anime kind of kindness, where every word and gesture felt like a wind-up robot that had been programmed in advance, making everything sound deeply forced.
It was soft, invisible, untouchable, nourishing everything in silence.
It stayed by your side. Perhaps you would not notice it ordinarily, but when you needed it, the warmth of that sunlit smile would wash away every trace of unease in your heart.
Such gentleness could, in an instant, dispel the restlessness and anxiety in everyone's hearts. It possessed such magical power.
At the very beginning of the piece, Nana Li had clearly been playing something impulsive, roaring with fervent fury.
Just when everyone thought Nana Li was showing off her technique.
At the arrival of the climax, it took a sharp turn, as though a freight truck that could never have stopped in time had been forcibly yanked to a halt, replaced by a tender chant.
The contrast was simply too great!
Quite a few cellists saw it as well.
Such a sudden turn aside, leaving aside the difficulty of adjusting one's touch on a technical level, made even the emotional transition incredibly difficult!
Why?
Connor bit his lip,