C458 Chapter 458

The violin’s tone carried a soft, aching sweetness—like an elegant young socialite lifting the hem of a gorgeous gown as she drifted through a garden dance.

Xueyue sat beside Chen Zhi, listening to Fang Yi play. Her lullaby was both tender and expansive, graceful without losing its strength. It was obvious her technique was masterful—good enough to make a name for herself on the world stage