He couldn't understand.
What had Xian Yu experienced at such a young age to compose a piece so despairing yet eternally hopeful?
At the same moment.
Gu Ling had no time to think about anything else.
The confidence she had painstakingly rebuilt was once again torn apart by that Fish.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
They trembled so much that it made one wonder if she could still go on stage to perform.
However, when she saw another finalist secretly wiping away tears, she suddenly felt a bit relieved.
*Fellow sufferers in the same boat.*
Losing to a piece like that at the Blue Songlympics wasn't unjust.
...
In the major live streaming rooms.
Sparse comments became dense again.
"It made me cry."
"Especially oppressive."
"As expected, works like 'Horse Racing' are rare. In the end, the erhu is still an instrument that brings despair."
"I don't understand it, but I'm deeply shaken."
