Qin Wenrou looked through the crowd ahead and saw that the person squeezed at the very front was actually the back of Jun Ruyi's head.
She had just seen Jun Ruyi downstairs and would definitely not mistake her.
Even Jun Ruyi couldn't get tickets to go in and had to stand outside the hall, squeezed together with everyone else to listen to the performance. Who exactly is this pianist?
Qin Wenrou felt even more curious.
There was even a faint sense of... excitement.
This master is even more impressive than Duanmu Heiying, if she could hitch a ride on such connections...
Fueled by this determination, she stood at the stairway, unable to return to her own concert—even though the audience had all left, going back would mean playing to empty air.
She listened until the final piece was finished.
The hall seemed to still echo with the lingering sound.
Thunderous applause continued for a long time.
Finally, the doors of the VIP concert hall opened.
