Enchanted nightscape,
Racing sports car,
Arrogant yet flamboyant,
Stopping at the entrance of a music hall in City E.
Hua Hua steps down from the driver's seat, shaking the car keys in his hand. Ling Yin gets out first, talking to the ticket lady at the ticket booth. Ten minutes later, inside the grand music hall, it was just the two of them.
Two people!
The overwhelming lights fall only on Ling Yin.
In the section for 500 spectators, in the center position, sits Hua Hua, enjoying himself freely.
Ling Yin opens the piano and tunes it once. He is naturally not a musician and dares not presume to show off recklessly,
nor will he boldly let Hua Hua randomly choose a piece; instead, he selects a piece he is good at, recalling Hua Hua tugging at his ear in his mind, a faint blush on his ear as he presses a key with a thud.
Then he presses three consecutive notes, and a chord suddenly sounds.
