"Next time, you should tell me about these things, and we will go together. You're just a newly adult girl, running off to another place all by yourself, and you're so pretty. It's really dangerous."
Gan Yanyu lowered her head, playing with her fingers like a child who had done something wrong, and softly said,
"But, but Lin Tian, you're too busy... You just finished writing a piece, and now you have to train everyone... I can't always trouble you with everything."
"I want to prove that even without you, Lin Tian, I can accomplish many things."
Gan Yanyu lifted her head, looked into Lin Tian's eyes, and clasped her hands behind her back,
"Because, sometimes, I also hope you can rely on me a bit more."
...
...
In the ensemble practice a few days ago, through Bai Junze's cello, Lin Tian understood.
Bai Junze's feelings towards his father were never simply "hate" or "anger."
Most of the time,
his music actually contained a tendency for self-harm.
