There is a new pianist in the concert hall downstairs of the company, and the English name on the poster looks familiar.
My colleague excitedly pushed me: "I heard that this Evan Su is a genius who has returned from overseas!"
When the lights went out, I saw his face clearly - it was my barista boyfriend who I rejected six years ago and was a loser.
The "Moonlight" he played was like ice water pouring over my whole body.
After the show, I rushed backstage with red eyes: "Why didn't you tell me..."
He wiped the keys slowly: "Director Lin said back then that a poor boy who plays music is not worthy of you."
