January 12th.
The first stage of the world "Keller Cup" cello competition in the Music Capital, Vienna, officially begins.
On this day, inside and outside the Golden Hall, the crowd was bustling, and journalists from all over gathered.
...
Early in the morning,
Lin Tian's hotel room door was knocked.
After he climbed out of bed with sleepy eyes to open the door, Lin Tian's pupils suddenly widened—
The elegant black off-shoulder dress outlined a figure that was extremely graceful yet carried a touch of pure desire, with ink-like black curls cascading over her shoulders, and delicate makeup resembling that of a well-bred European noble lady.
"Who are you, beautiful?"
Lin Tian almost couldn't believe his eyes as he asked.
The demure young girl in front of him "broke character" in an instant.
Gan Yanyu quickly covered her slightly flushed face and asked softly,
"How... how is it?"
"When did you curl your hair?"
Lin Tian immediately paid attention to Gan Yanyu's curls.
