The melodious and story-filled violin sound, carrying a slight tremor, dissipated into the whispering wind and snow.
No one spoke on the terrace.
Only the "whoosh" sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the "rustle" of snowflakes landing on the ground remained.
Standing under the shed, Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei seemed to be frozen in place, as if turned into statues.
They had their mouths open, but no sound came out.
The scene before them was more unreal and striking than any youth movie they had seen or romance novel they had read.
Especially Lin Feifei.
Having grown up in a well-off family, she had learned the violin before, so the impact was far more overwhelming for her than for Cheng Xiaoyue.
This piece "Country Road" sounded simple, but to play with such emotional depth and ornate technique as just now was extremely difficult.
