I'll Blow On It For You

"Come in."

Gan Yan Yu carefully changed into slippers and walked into the house.

Looking around the spotless room, a little pride welled up in the young girl's heart.

She wondered if Lin Tian had been surprised when he came home last night.

Taking off her cello, Gan Yan Yu walked into the living room.

"Can I sit here?"

Gan Yan Yu pointed at the sofa and asked.

"?"

Lin Tian looked at Gan Yan Yu with a slightly confused expression.

"S-sorry!"

The young girl immediately panicked, then turned around, pointed at the sofa, and pretended to speak in a commanding tone.

"Okay, sofa, I'm going to sit down now!!"

The young girl plopped down.

The ample elasticity caused her hips to jiggle, and the soft sofa trembled slightly.

Then Gan Yan Yu turned her head, her small face slightly flushed, and stared intently at Lin Tian.

Her serious little expression seemed to say:

Look, I didn't even ask you, I just sat down!

Amazing, right!!

Lin Tian was speechless at this little maneuver.

If you say Gan Yan Yu is distant, she can knock on his door at seven in the morning to wake him up.

If you say she's not distant, they were intimate yesterday, so why is she asking to sit on the sofa today?

Perhaps this was Gan Yan Yu's inherent upbringing. It wasn't that she felt they weren't close enough, but rather her lifelong education had instilled in her the utmost humility and politeness.

Fine.

Gan Yan Yu was finally getting her chance to ask, and she was incredibly curious!

"This one,"

Lin Tian picked up a bottle of mineral water and sat down on the edge of the sofa, thinking for a moment.

"It probably started when you said you were looking for a cat on the rooftop, right?"

"You didn't even believe a single word I said back then?"

Gan Yan Yu's eyes widened.

From looking for a cat, it was already obvious from the moment they first met!

"Not exactly, I was just a little suspicious at the time. The moment I was completely sure was when you leaned in and asked me, 'What do you want to do?'"

"Waaahhh!"

Gan Yan Yu quickly interrupted Lin Tian, lunging forward and covering his mouth with her hand.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Tian, caught off guard, opened his mouth to speak, and the girl's hand immediately went inside.

Then he bit down on Gan Yan Yu's pinky finger.

"Ouch!"

The girl abruptly pulled her finger back.

A clear bite mark was left on her thumb.

"I'm so sorry!"

Lin Tian nervously leaned closer, looking at the red mark. Lin Tian immediately panicked.

He quickly cupped Gan Yan Yu's palm.

"Let me blow on it!"

"Hoo—hoo—"

The warm air from Lin Tian's breath enveloped Gan Yan Yu's pinky finger.

"It's so hot,"

Gan Yan Yu couldn't help but whisper.

"Wait a moment."

Lin Tian grabbed the large bottle of Yibao water next to him.

He took a big gulp of ice water, "Gulp, gulp."

"Hoo—hoo—"

He continued to blow.

This felt a bit cooler.

"." Gan Yan Yu lowered her head, her small face gradually turning hot.

As soon as Lin Tian mentioned that day, she had panicked.

Every time she thought about it, she felt so, so ashamed.

She had actually thought Lin Tian wanted to do that to her just because he smelled her clothes.

Indeed, suicide has many dangers. She could never try something so reckless again.

"Is it better?"

Lin Tian held Gan Yan Yu's hand and asked.

"Mhm, mhm."

Gan Yan Yu let out a soft hum.

It wasn't until he heard the girl's muffled voice that Lin Tian realized his action might have been a bit… much.

Subconsciously, he had started treating Gan Yan Yu like a child.

Time to get back to business!

Lin Tian stood up and went to his room to retrieve the sheet music he had written.

He then returned to the living room and placed the music on the table.

"This is a piece I wrote yesterday. Take a look."

"You actually finished it."

Gan Yan Yu's pupils trembled as she took the sheet music.

Logically speaking, Gan Yan Yu was willing to trust Lin Tian, believing they could work hard together and achieve the future they desired.

However, when it came to Lin Tian claiming he could compose music, Gan Yan Yu hadn't taken it very seriously.

After all, even though she had been playing since elementary school, her own music composition skills were only mediocre.

When Lin Tian actually presented a complete musical score to Gan Yan Yu, the young girl was quite shaken.

The name of the piece was

"Salut d'Amour?"

Gan Yan Yu read the title aloud.

"Yes," Lin Tian introduced, "it's a classical piece in the Romantic style."

Salut d'Amour was a work created in 1888 by the renowned British musician Elgar.

This piece was also one of the signature songs performed by Jacqueline, the talented cellist who had fallen, the one Lin Tian had told a story about the day before yesterday.

That year, in her prime at the age of 20, Jacqueline stood on the concert hall stage, and with her rendition of Salut d'Amour, she made the entire world remember her name forever.

After Jacqueline's death.

In almost every major performance, musicians would play Salut d'Amour and then, on stage, offer their remembrance and tribute to Jacqueline.

What kind of beautiful music was this?

And why did it always make people shed tears for Jacqueline?

All the answers would be revealed within the music.

"Give it a try," Lin Tian said, "with your cello."