In her mind, a scene already began to unfold—she was on this grand stage, playing the music she was most skilled at...
The light and pure sound of the piano flowed from her slender, nimble fingers, spilling out into the air as ethereal, perfect music...
A man's elegant voice came through: "I've seen your previous records. When you studied at the Warsaw Music Academy, your piano performances were exceptionally talented, with a high level of difficulty, and you were one of the few students praised by the entire faculty."
He paused slightly, turning his head to look at her: "By the way, you originally had the opportunity to participate in the Mendelssohn Piano Competition in Germany. Why didn't you go? And why was it replaced by your sister, Song Anqi?"
This question struck right at Song Yinyin's sore spot.
"It's all thanks to that sister of mine!" she bit her teeth, almost spitting the words out through clenched teeth.
"Song Anqi?"
"Yes, it's her!"
