Love Began with the First Meeting

Thinking of that, the grief in Harrow's eyes became more severe and apparent. Being greatly tortured by the hatred coming from Spark, he could hardly contain the trembling grief in his heart.

He had wanted to see Spark so much more before. But now, when he really managed to see him and his performance, it turned out that he was still so incredibly upset.

It's within instants that the thoughts were swaying among the audience's mind while the two on the stage were simply ignoring them as they would soon have a collision in their concerto...

Wing was not as nervous as she had thought she would be. Spark just arrived backstage 20 minutes ago. But before his arrival, Weston was scared of untoward accident, so he repeatedly called Spark. However, all his calls were automatically transferred to the voicemail. He was not afraid that the outsiders would say that the presence of Spark was just a sham. Instead, he was worried that Wing would be unhappy and disappointed. Just when Weston became extremely anxious, Spark and his agent, Manny, finally showed up at the venue. Spark didn't tell Wing their cooperative melody until the moment she finished her solo. performance.

After hearing about their cooperative melody, Wing sat behind the piano in a casual manner which matched Spark's composition... She took one quick glance at Spark. Then, she calmed herself down and began to play the piano so naturally. Just when the exciting notes began flowing out quickly from her fingertips, which, to the surprise of the audience, was Beethoven's "Sonata Pathétique", the sound of Spark's violin already merged in a synchronized manner. Both were masters of music. While Wing was playing fast on the black and white keys, Spark was unruly flipping the bow, with his left hand gliding quickly on the strings. Their cooperation was so perfect that the audience would not believe that it was their first cooperation. It seemed like they had performed together harmoniously a thousand times before.

gently and sometimes heavily in the heart of every audience, tugging at their feelings. Such stimulation made every audience stare closely at the duo on the stage, as if, at this moment, what they saw was not only the duo who were manipulating music, but also the duo immersing themselves in the ocean of joy, yearning for freedom, and more as if they were two broken-winged angels, struggling with fate as they were mourning, with such yearning for freedom but full of grieving anger for being firmly confined by their own shackles. It was a beautiful and pure moment. Now they were totally lost in their melody as well, just

she was immersed in her own melody or was being pulled into Spark's charming melody. But it also seemed as if the both were mocking and expressing each other's helplessness and the pain of being unable

could not be waved away. He frowned slightly, and just then, a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes. As he continued to pull the bow along with Wing's rapid notes, a scene that he would never forget appeared in his

he stood on the stage, he was afraid to explore the depth of music. Such ambivalence became

bow wantonly, while his left hand was quickly flipping on the strings. Each movement embodied his inherent arrogance as well as his

opened his eyes momentarily and his eyes gently gazed over the audience through his dark brown glasses, but he could not see their expression owing to darkness. At that moment, his eyes were filled with unutterable sadness, which if were not covered by the shades, he was afraid he

to be no way out, but they were still being pulled into it pleasantly, as if they were competing with each other, appreciating each other, and also sympathizing with each other. The melody then continued in such a way until it finished all of

she kept her eyes closed with tears flowing through her eyes, just thinking of the

unwillingly as