Goodbye, My Wretched Love by Glad Rarus

Chapter 67 Improvisational Performance

Arslan bowed to the audience but said nothing.He sat down silently, a still and composed figure in front of an equally serene piano.

Despite nearly every seat in the vast hall being occupied, the venue was silent.

Arslan took a deep breath, raised his hands, and began to play.

A soft, beautiful melody filled the hall.

The audience stirred as many of them could not hide their astonishment.

This was not the music that was meant to be played at this recital.

What Arslan played was Liszt's Sonetto 123 del Petrarca.

This dreamy piece was from Années de Pélerinage Book Il, Liszt's piano assemblage.

Its inspiration was derived from the collection of lyrics the poet Petrarch wrote for Laura.His beauteous words were filled with the wistfulness and yearning he had for her love.

It unfurled in Lizst's melody like a gentle breeze in a quiet forest sweeping through the music hall.

As Arslan's fingers danced with ivory keys, the shadowed faces of the audience relaxed in the gentle embrace of the music's tranquility and comfort.

Yet confusion crept into their minds.

Arslan had deviated from the concerto that was originally planned to be played which had never happened before.

Why was he performing Sonetto 13 del Petrarca in the opening? Did he decide on this piece for a particular reason? However, regardless of curiosity gnawing in their minds, the hall remained soundless apart from the bewitching melody that floated from the piano.

After the last few notes of the romantic song finished, the piano faded into quiet.

In this brief moment, Arslan suddenly turned around, gazed at somewhere in the audience, and broke into a smile.

back to the piano, raised his hands once again, and began to

piece resonated with old-age romanticism and its light tune sweetly pulled

in love, wrote to Clara in a letter, "I remember that you once said to me that I gave you the impression of being

words or not, I was struck by inspiration and wrote 13 intriguing pieces on the

became known

Tréumerei, one of

the audience began

the puzzle and quite possibly the most obvious - Beethoven wrote this love

glow of the

second chapter stirred awake, brisk, and pleasant as if it memorized the unforgettable moment they

the abyss and subsequently withering,

ultimately, the third chapter

gentle breezes began to bellow as a

desperately surging to express

moment of culmination, it

sat at the edge

obsessed over Arslan's recitals on many occasions,

her, there was no

being cleansed

she did not want it

had grinned in Claire's direction for the third time when

at

who was sitting in a

attending the concert with, shifted

for the performance hence neither Sierra nor Darren realized that Claire, Nathan, and

Darren's first time at Arsian's show but he soon took a dislike towards

ogling at the audience as if he were repeatedly winking at someone

himself a romantic