Yan Sida said with disgust, "Ling Chenyu, wasn't this seat yours? You let others sit here because the armrest is broken. Isn't it gross?"
Ling Chenyu, feeling triumphant, deliberately taunted, "No, not really, since it doesn't gross me out."
Su Li sat down nonchalantly and said, "I'm just here to listen to the piano solo. It doesn't make a difference whether there's an armrest or not."
Most of the students in the small auditorium had gathered, the lights gradually dimmed, while the stage lights brightened.
A white figure emerged from backstage, tall and elegant, with exquisite features that seemed to carry a faint smile.
Su Li was momentarily stunned. Was that... Feng Ciye?
How could it be him?
So this concert in the small auditorium was his.
Su Li leaned back on the chair, quietly listening to his performance.
