No matter how Xian Yu's symphony ultimately performs, the people of Blue Star, who had been eagerly anticipating it, have made it the most talked-about topic of the moment.
Perhaps only in such a utopian world, where no major upheaval occurs globally, could music carry such weight.
Whenever this happens, Lin Yuan can't help but think:
I wonder how the other side of the universe, on that equally blue planet, is doing?
Knowing he may never get an answer, Lin Yuan doesn't dwell on these questions, for people must live in the present.
Just like that.
The next day.
Lin Yuan arrived early at the Golden Hall to meet with tonight's conductor, Wei Shujing.
With graying temples, Wei Shujing was extraordinarily spirited today, and a bright light shone from his dim eyes.
"Everyone is ready... I'm ready too."
"Hmm."
Lin Yuan smiled.
Lin Yuan's conducting skills are not yet sufficient to bring out the maximum effect of "The Fate Symphony."
