The cello played a melody that wept and pleaded.
At this moment, Gan Yan Yu's playing underwent a qualitative transformation. Her vibrato became deep, full, and pulsed with emotion.
The contact between bow hair and strings was no longer friction, but a tender caress, producing a warm, rich sound that seemed to resonate from the chest. Especially in the upper register, it was no longer a shriek, but a song bearing a sacred radiance.
Isaac stared in utter shock.
What was this?
This was nothing like he had imagined?!
Isaac grew agitated.
Gan Yan Yu, wasn't this your most important competition?!
Let them see it!!
See that rotten, collapsing world inside your mind.
You were always immersed in your own world, unable to break free, making everyone around you worry about you! Making them fall because of your music!
Wasn't that who you were?!
That selfish cello demon, with eyes only for herself, whose music existed solely to make everyone submit at her feet.
How could you...
Play music with such... such brilliance?
"..."
At this moment,
the music sounded, flowing endlessly by his ears.
Isaac gritted his teeth, unwilling to believe it.
This was neither the father he remembered nor the Gan Yan Yu he knew.
Because this music made him feel so comfortable that it disgusted him!
Yet such profound emotion had already embedded itself deep within his heart.
In the livestream.
Zhang Dong stared blankly at Gan Yan Yu as she played.
After experiencing the transition from the third movement to the fourth and fifth, Zhang Dong had become somewhat numb.
It was like hacking through the surging sea, then feeling the sunlight after the storm shine upon his face.
Warm and gentle.
Soothing to the soul.
"What... is this?"
Zhang Dong could not understand Gan Yan