Paris, 6:20.

It's dark outside and the city is bustling.

In the grand theater, there was not a single empty seat in the seat that could accommodate thousands of people. Everyone was looking at the large table in front of them, waiting quietly.

Compared to the bustle outside the theater, it was so quiet here that it seemed isolated.

Zhan Le sat in an inconspicuous position, looking expectantly at the table in front of him.

This location is where she asked people to buy tickets, and she deliberately asked to buy them here.

After finding out about this, Kelly asked someone to change it for her, but she refused.

Before the concert ended, she didn't want the guild to know that she was coming. She was worried that her appearance would make the guild think too much.

But as time progressed and the performance was about to begin, she became a little nervous.

Since the last time Lian Shi returned to China and left, Zai Xing also left not long ago. Since then, she has not seen him again. She really wants to see him and see how he is doing with her own eyes.

Lin Qinru was sitting at the front. Like everyone here, he looked directly at the stage.

Although there is nothing on the stage at this time.

Ta-ta-ta-

The clock rang rhythmically, and the silence was covered with a mysterious veil.

Lin Qinru looked at the darkness at the end of the stage and counted in his mind, "One, two, three... twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine..."

"Crack!"

The theater went dark and all light sources disappeared.

There was a commotion all around, not loud, but enough to lift the veil of silence.

As this veil was lifted, the sound of the piano sounded in the sky.

The commotion disappeared, all the sounds were silenced.

No one made a sound, no one moved, it was dark here with no light.

There is nothing here except desolation.

However, the music of the piano resounded in this desolate place. It seemed to come from a distant place, carrying loneliness and confusion.

It stood in the loneliest corner, curling up with its battered body. It was trembling, restless, afraid, and anxious.

It expects, it longs for, it struggles, it hopes.

The sound of the piano is slow and winding. It flows through the water, climbs the mountains, crosses the hills, and floats to the sea.

It went from being quiet and slow at the beginning to becoming impatient and angry later. It began to accuse, cry, and roar.

It hates, it is angry, it is resentful, thousands of horses are galloping, the river is surging, the waves are turbulent, the clouds are thick, and there are violent storms.

The sky has changed, the thunder is rolling, the rain is crackling, it is so desperate.

How sad it is, how painful it is.

Love, hate, pain, hurt.

In the end, all that was left were ruins, scattered into mud.

It's tired, it's tired, it's sad.

The sound of the piano is low, low, low. It is telling, begging, and making its last humble prayer.

Give it, give it, give it...

The sound of the piano fell little by little, each note fell asleep, and the theater became quiet again.

Zhan Le's tears fell. She looked ahead, where the sound of the piano came out, and her eyes were moist.

Son, mother knows, mother understands, mother understands everything.

Lin Qinru's heart was shocked, even trembling with shock.

He looked at the center of the darkness, and there was a person there. He couldn't see what he looked like, but he knew who he was.

He is using his piano to tell his feelings and his love.

He is Han Zaixing, a talented violinist.
Chapter completed!