At eight o'clock in the evening, the performance began on time.
Wen Ran's eyes traveled through the crowd to Shen Jianian. She wore a black long dress, her long hair smoothly draped, adorned with a simple yet exquisite hairband. She sat elegantly on a walnut-colored chair, one hand resting on the cello, the other holding a bow, looking calm and collected. She truly lived up to the online reviews calling her the 'Cello Goddess.' Her aura and demeanor were beyond the average person's comparison.
But, why did she seem unaffected?
Wen Ran finally realized something was amiss. Could it be that Shen Jianian didn't drink that glass of water?
Impossible. When she poured the water, Shen Jianian was messaging her husband and didn't glance at her, so she should not have noticed anything unusual. Moreover, when she returned, Shen Jianian had just put the glass down on the table, and it was empty.
She wondered if maybe she had added the drug too late.
