Haixin's body was weak, and he stumbled and almost fell. barely standing on his feet, but once again in front of him.

But this time, when he stood in front of him again, there was no sincerity in his eyes, only disappointment.

"Since you admit that you are stubborn, well! Listen, why did we have to bring you here, why did we have to put a stone in the palm of your hand?" she repeated what he had said before, word for word, as if he were memorizing a text.

When it comes to saying, 'The heart is actually something that can be conveyed to another person as it is, and felt as it is.'

Actually, it doesn't have to be said. At that time, the person who once impressed her could only scoff at her.

'What do you mean?!' asked her with angry eyes as she finished speaking.

"It's not interesting!" Haixin replied to him nonchalantly.

"I just want to know how it feels for such a genius to understand music from the mouth of a little girl like me, who you have regarded as a waste of soft eggs since childhood, and has your self-esteem been shattered to slag?" she despised him.

For the sake of being impressed even for a moment, I felt worthless. 'You!╬' Don't say the sarcasm that is about to erupt in these words, Haixin's contemptuous attitude alone is enough to burn Kang Lele to the ground.

He pointed at Haixin viciously with the momentum of sharpening his knife, but in the next second, he was already set aside by Haixin without hesitation.

"Like you, even though we grew up together, I hated you from a young age. What kind of talent, family background, and illustrious family background are all God's eyes. It's obviously a stupid × and thinks it's Maestro, which makes people laugh out loud. It wasn't until that night that I learned from Qu Lantian about your journey as a musician. To tell you the truth, I was very moved, not only impressed by you, but even repented. For the first time, I really believed that God doesn't roll dice, and there are no accidents in this world. Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and all philosophy, and is the ultimate goal of all art. I've always thought that being good at music requires the softest mind and the sharpest understanding. I thought you didn't, but the truth is, I was wrong. That's why I and the little broken boy are like fools all over the world looking for stones. Not anywhere in the world, but here we hand over to you the stones we have been looking for all day. That's why we're silent again and again. It's because it's you, it's you, we believe we can understand, and we don't have to say it. But alas~ I was wrong after all. It's not just your ears that you can't hear, it's your heart!"