Xie Zhiyao, feeling utterly drained, had no choice but to sit down and play. As her fingers flew over the keys, Ye Manrong sat beside her, eyes slightly closed, listening. When the final note faded, Ye Manrong mercilessly pointed out the mistakes Xie Zhiyao made during her performance.
It was supposed to be just an impromptu morning performance, but Ye Manrong turned it into something more like an evaluation session, leaving Xie Zhiyao feeling utterly exhausted when she returned to her room.
She changed clothes and sat in front of the dressing table, reaching into the drawer to pull out that invitation.
With the invitation in one hand, she placed the other on her stomach.
She had to decide soon. Time was slipping away day by day, and if she didn't decide, she would miss this opportunity.
Just as she was caught in her dilemma, staring at the invitation absentmindedly, the honk of a car suddenly came from downstairs.
