At this moment, the spotlight focused on the young girl.
The entire hall fell silent.
The F-hole of the eighteenth-century Guadagnini cello opened its crimson eye under the top light, and the gilded snake pattern coiled around the body of the cello faced the judging panel, flicking its tongue.
Nannali pulled the strings.
The first note of the Dragon Violin Cup—sounded!
As the first note was born from the point of contact between the bow and the D string, the curtain at the air conditioning vent suddenly froze—the entire concert hall became a specimen sealed in rosin amber.
Gentle and soothing music poured down along the girl's sheet.
"Saint Luo's 'Flying Goose'."
Gan Yanyu murmured under her breath, quickly recognizing the origin of this piece.
"Moth?"
"Swan's 'Goose'."
Gan Yanyu added.
Lin Tian pondered, thinking that the author was quite good at naming; this name sounds like an insect.
"....."
