"So, how did you first notice Yan Yu?"
Gan Hua turned sideways to look at Tuoba Jianhui beside him. Suddenly recalling something, he frowned and asked,
"I remember, I never once talked to you about my little granddaughter."
"Haha."
Tuoba Jianhui chuckled, though for some reason, the smile seemed somewhat gloomy.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?"
Gan Hua clicked his tongue in displeasure.
"Did Yan Yu's competition recordings impress you so much that they drew you, you old fool, all the way to Qingzhou to train her?"
Tuoba Jianhui rubbed his nose somewhat awkwardly and said,
"Actually, when I first met her, I intended to make her give up performing."
"Hm?"
Hearing that, Gan Hua shot up from his chair.
He stared wide-eyed at Tuoba Jianhui.
"That happened?"
"Because of that, that brat Lin Tian still hasn't forgiven me." Tuoba Jianhui laughed heartily, though there was a trace of bitterness in it.
He looked toward the television, bent over, rubbed his hands together, and recalled,
"But if you mean what first caught my eye about her, it really had nothing to do with you."
"Nothing to do with me?"
"Mm."
Tuoba Jianhui said,
"Do you remember that boy?"
At the mention of "that boy," Gan Hua's heart skipped a beat.
"Yao Xing?"
"Mm."
Tuoba Jianhui said,
"Yao Xing."
Tuoba Jianhui smiled. "So you still remember him."
"How could I not?" Gan Hua asked in return.
That genius who had briefly shone in the orchestra.
The boy in whom Tuoba Jianhui had first placed his hopes for the rise of classical music.
Who had destroyed everything he had in a single performance.
Though he had ruined everything and vanished completely,
Even now,
It could be said that he was still Tuoba Jianhui's "white moonlight."
"I see."
Gan Hua sighed.
Had