Then, Gan Yanyu took it and hit the road.
...
...
At this moment,
on the stage.
Bai Junze was gently stroking the cello in his hands, mumbling softly to himself.
"You bastard... How could you just leave me and die first....."
"Why, until death, did you never want to tell me....."
A hint of never-before-seen tenderness flashed across Bai Junze's eyes.
And at this moment,
Mao Weiang just prepared to finish his solo part.
The audience below was still immersed in Mao Weiang's captivating cello music.
Realizing that the next turn was Bai Junze's, many people's attention finally focused on this person who had been on the side of the stage all along, seemingly having little presence, Bai Junze.
Bai Junze placed the cello in front of him.
This scene immediately stirred discussions among the audience.
"What's up with this cello... It's so ugly!"
"How come it's covered with so much tape, can it even make a sound?"
