Many people held up light signs with Qingxue's name, shouting and cheering.
Qingxue seemed unaffected, maintaining a slight smile at the corners of her lips as she sat at the piano with her fingers on the keys.
She immediately noticed Gong Beiyao and Sheng Qianxia below the stage…
Seeing them sitting together, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Qingxue refocused, glanced at the scores handwritten by Beitang, and her heart pounded.
Who could know that a heart capable of beating so powerfully was failing?
Thinking of what Beitang had told her, Qingxue threw herself into the performance.
The flowing music was like the wild abandon of youth, like a frenzied dance, blossoming at her fingertips.
So deeply moving, stirring the soul.
Beitang watched Qingxue's flying fingers and the smile blooming on her lips. At that moment, she truly shone like a dazzling star, radiant.
Who could tell that she was already gravely ill?
Meanwhile.
