Lin Tian raised his head,
Gan Yanyu seemed to have already guessed what he was thinking, seriously watching him... then gently shook her head.
A warmth surged in Lin Tian's heart.
However, out of the corner of his eye... he noticed Sir Gan giving him a sharp look at this moment.
"...."
Feeling a tightening in his heart, Lin Tian hurriedly withdrew his hand,
"So, why can it be determined that it's us?"
"It can't be determined," Gan Hua said.
"Then...."
"But, I believe you can."
Gan Hua lay in a wheelchair, looking at Lin Tian, his gaze intense,
"On the way here, Gao Zhenyang kept playing your works for me from this period... Little Tian, why didn't I notice before that you have such creative talent?"
"For a musician, the most important thing is for the work to speak."
"I believe you can do it!"
Gan Hua's tone was so certain.
From a few days ago, ever since Gan Hua woke up.
