She wore an ankle-length gown of goose-yellow chiffon, tall and slender, her hair styled into a braid, woven back into a single plait. Her porcelain-white, exquisite face and swan-like neck were exposed.
The light cast a soft glow on her, making her look exactly like a fairy stepped out of a storybook, pure and beautiful.
She walked forward, one step at a time, gracefully.
Sat elegantly before the piano.
The audience for this performance not only included people from Hua Country but also some foreign listeners.
Even they couldn’t deny the beauty of the girl on stage; it was unmistakable.
But could such a beautiful girl really play the piano?
And the truth proved...
Lu Xingzhi placed both her hands on the keys, and as the lights dimmed, her fingers began to move.
In the beginning, the rhythm was quite slow, then gradually accelerated, joyful at first, then later as if in a struggle, a plunder, finally, with corpses everywhere, the earth dyed in blood...
And gradually, the mountains and rivers collapsed.
Leaving only endless solitude.
However, the rhythm changed again, and the style of the music shifted, as if after thousands of years, the earth returned to its original state, peaceful and beautiful, inspiring aspiration.
In the audience, a pair of bewitching eyes, like those of a beast, fixed on the girl playing the piano above, with plunder, yet with amusement. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel{f}ire.net
Such a pure and beautiful girl, to destroy—what would that feel like?
Her blood must be sweet!
The man’s thin lips curled into a wicked smile.
Lu Xingzhi continued playing on stage, unaware of the many divergent thoughts she had stirred in others.
Huo Jincheng only wanted to applaud for his girl; she was undoubtedly the most dazzling.
At the end, Lu Xingzhi finished with a flourish.
The entire audience rose to their feet, applauding, granting her the highest recognition.
So beautiful girls can play the piano too.
It’s just that the girl on stage is too beautiful.
Beautiful to the point of being dreamlike.
As if she might depart at any moment.
The most relieved was Bertrand, who finally sighed a breath of relief. His Little Angel indeed did not disappoint him.
This piece "Plunder" was created ten years ago, because those people recklessly destroyed the forests, cruelly killed animals, took their antlers, ivory, bear paws...
Lu Xingzhi completely captured that feeling; it’s no wonder she practiced so long, her technique utterly flawless.
There were several pianists seated below, and as Bertrand’s student, she truly inherited his essence. Her talent was astounding.
Shen Xinzhu’s eyes burned with intense flames; if looks could injure, Lu Xingzhi might have been covered in wounds already.
The concert concluded perfectly, and later that evening, Lu Xingzhi joined them in attending the celebration.
Huo Qiyuan was older, while Xiaxia was too young, so they were each sent home separately.
Helian Xi hugged Lu Xingzhi, saying, "Little Zhi Liao, amazing! Really, from today on, more people will remember you."
Helian Yi also said, "Tomorrow’s headlines will probably be you again, even Bertrand might not have as many."
Helian Yi spoke with a hint of jealousy.
Back when his concert ended, Lu Xingzhi’s trending searches were more than his.
And they lasted quite a while.
"The teacher is paving the way for me, I know," Lu Xingzhi didn’t think this couldn’t be said, perhaps many people had already realized it.