"What do you mean?" Zhou Tongtong felt a bit guilty; no one knew better than her that the person playing the violin back then wasn't her, and she didn't know who it was.
Very few people in the town played musical instruments, and even the mayor's daughter played the piano, so she had no idea who played the violin.
"Was that person back then really you?" Rong Yun felt his heart had suddenly emptied, that rare feeling of losing something precious made him a bit agitated.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Of course, it was me back then." Zhou Tongtong thought that as long as she denied it firmly, Rong Yun wouldn't be able to be certain about who it was back then.
"Could it be that your playing has lost its spirit because too much time has passed?" Rong Yun stepped back in frustration.
"But I played the same way back then!" Zhou Tongtong seemed very aggrieved.
