After that, Xue Ke sought Tang San out more frequently and naturally to discuss music theory, ask about techniques, and share her interpretations of particular passages.
Sometimes, it was about how to phrase a musical line.
Sometimes, it was a discussion of a classical master's style.
Sometimes, they simply chatted about the arts events in Heaven Dou City between lessons.
Tang San handled every exchange with grace.
He never overstepped. His words touched precisely on the essence, his insights profound yet restrained, and he never deliberately showed off.
He was patient and attentive, tirelessly answering Xue Ke's questions.
When those deep eyes focused on her, they seemed to hold room for her alone.
The calm, penetrating insight he occasionally revealed, so at odds with his age and identity as a "Moonlight Pavilion student," made Xue Ke feel that he had quite a story behind him.
Half a year slipped through their fingers like fine sand amid music and conversation.
Their relationship had long since grown beyond that of ordinary classmates.
They were friends who could speak freely, admire each other, and share a certain unspoken understanding.
In the refined surroundings of the Moonlight Pavilion, through the pure artistic medium of music, their friendship seemed so natural and untainted.
Xue Ke had grown accustomed to having someone like Tang San beside her. She relied on his talent, liked his quiet composure, and admired his character.
One slightly chilly afternoon.
Practice had ended, and Tang Yuehua and most of the students had already left. Only Tang San, gathering his sheet music, and Xue Ke, preparing to leave, remained in the small classroom.
The setting sun shone through the window lattice, casting long, warm bands of light across the floor.
The atmosphere was peaceful and still.
Xue Ke did not rise immediately. She