Shen Jianian was too shocked to speak; she never imagined that such a hidden truth lay behind the events.
After Wen Ran finished speaking, she remained silent for a long time, her eyes closed, allowing her tears to flow freely, in the quiet music room where only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
As her muddled mind gradually cleared, Shen Jianian grasped the main point and asked Wen Ran, "Which woman?"
Wen Ran, with tear-filled eyes, didn't feel the relief she imagined after pouring out her heart, only deeper and more intense regret spreading within her. Regret for having been momentarily possessed, harming others, and even more so, herself.
If she hadn't done this, she would still be a seasoned cellist in the orchestra. She wasn't without talent, and one day she would reach the heights she desired, with or without Shen Jianian, rather than suffering such psychological torment now.
