After a piercingly cold note, the vast auditorium fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The atmosphere suddenly turned stagnant.
The contestants in the waiting area stared at the half-revealed profile of the girl on the electronic screen. Once the initial shock of her beauty subsided, they began to share the same derisive thoughts as Qin Xiangge.
Where did this amateur come from?
But almost imperceptibly, the prelude of the A section in A minor unfolded, the melody ascending and then descending, the strength shifting from soft to intense. Using musical notes as a brush, the image of a gentle and beautiful maiden slowly unveiled before them.
Pearl squinted, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the girl's flying hands.
At first, her fingering seemed a bit raw, but by the first eighth note, she completed a mature legato, with impeccably controlled dynamics.
Her notes, much like herself, carried an alluring sense of mystery.
