Ling Yue's cheeks burned with shame.
All those complaints, suspicions, and distrust towards Shen You'an now felt like slaps to her own face.
He wasn't being dismissive or evasive; he possessed genuine confidence and overwhelming talent.
She thought back to Qin Xiangge's three rehearsal performances that afternoon.
Compared to Shen You'an's playing, what did Qin Xiangge's even amount to?
Their skill difference was like heaven and earth, utterly incomparable.
The students who got into Lanya High School all came from wealthy or influential families, their exposure to the arts from a young age being almost a given.
From an early age, her parents forced her to learn piano. She was good at it at first, and she wanted to pursue it further, but her parents stopped her.
They only wanted piano to be a supplementary skill, a jewel in her socialite identity, rather than a career path. After all, her life had been mapped out by her parents from birth.
