If you're busy, I'll wait for you at the dormitory in Chai Courtyard.
Jin Ying clutched her phone, her knuckles turning white. Ten years had passed, yet Zhong Yinchuan still had the same number and the same tone that left no room for refusal.
In the end, she still came.
She sat right in the center of the front row, as if arriving for a trial he'd plotted long ago.
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The lights onstage dimmed, and Zhong Yinchuan walked out.
His black suit made him look even more aloof and refined, but only Jin Ying knew how awkwardly those hands had once held her face, and how they'd left a trembling kiss in the first snow.
When the piano began, she closed her eyes.
The second movement was supposed to be gentle as a whisper, but he played it with the force of a blizzard, until one clear wrong note cut through the air.
A faint stir came from the audience.
Jin Ying opened her eyes and met his gaze.
It was scorching, unguarded, and bore a wound that had never healed in ten years.
He was losing control.
Because she was sitting there, calm as if she'd never loved him.
Later, the live recording, criticized by music reviewers for its "obvious mistake," became a sales phenomenon in the classical music world.
The forum's top-voted comment read:
If you knew that Zhong had played it nearly ten thousand times, but hit the wrong note when his wife looked over, you'd think this was so damn adorable too!
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