Here is the story of a composer falling in love with figure skating legend Victor w
Anatoly sat in front of the piano, stroking the black and white keys with his fingers. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the white-haired man who had fallen asleep on the sofa. His hair had been cut short now, but Anatoly still remembered the day when they first met. The young man with a ponytail smiled and asked him for directions. Anatole's eyes stayed on Victor's hair, "Humph, Victor is bald." The blond young man lowered his head, "I don't like you." But his half-length blond hair could not cover the red tips of his ears.