The lights dimmed, and the hall fell silent.
A cool white spotlight fell on the center of the stage, where a formally dressed performer played a violin. Low notes rippled softly beneath the Concert Hall's vaulted ceiling. The piece was Bach's "Air on the G String," a gentle, pure melody that easily brought to mind lovers strolling in the moonlight.
The strings slowly joined in, their tone clear and gentle. Mingling with the faint fragrance in the air, the music seemed to soften even their breathing.
Xie De had chosen a seat in the back, somewhere inconspicuous. Only a few people sat scattered across the rear rows; most of the audience had taken seats near the front.
The Concert Hall was heated. Rather than cold, it was a little warm. Xie De took off his coat and laid it on an empty seat, then casually tied his loose, tousled hair back with a hair tie.
He had just finished explaining the matters concerning the Instance to E Country's officials and signed an agreement. Wei Yanchi's senior fellow disciples had left after realizing they could not persuade him. With things here more or less settled, Xie De had accepted Wei Yanchi's invitation to visit the city's most famous Concert Hall together.
Back when he was learning to play the violin, he often came across performances from this Concert Hall on his phone. At the time, all he had thought about was saving enough money for a plane ticket to see one. He had never imagined his first visit to this theater would happen this way.
Of course, it would have been even better without Wei Jianye watching him like a hawk.
Wei Jianye said with more than a hint of sarcasm, "What refined tastes you have, sir. A gentleman delights in