No Way Back

Chapter 282

Was Jane lost? Had she lost her way? Something like that may have happened to Lila, but not to Jane.

Jane texted. [I’ve gone to the toilet. Go and have fun with Connor first. Go back to your room if you feel the need for a nap. I’ll see you during dinner]

Lila texted back, [****! You didn’t even tell us you were going to the toilet. I was going to wait for you.]

Jane replied. [You *****girl… Why are you waiting for me while I’m in the toilet? If you aren’t ashamed by this, I am.]

However, that wasn’t the truth.

Jane didn’t go to the toilet.

Instead, she secretly slipped out of sight after they returned to the resort.

It was so Connor and Lila could have some time to themselves.

The two of them were chatting and laughing, making Jane look like an enormous third wheel.

It was as if she was constantly getting in their way.

Even if Connor and Lila didn’t mind, Jane did.

It was better to be alone by herself.

At this moment, Jane noticed a peculiar scent emanating from a nearby home as she walked by.

Not only did the cold winter month not affect the fragrance, but it also seemed to grow even richer and more mellow. “This is…”

Jane couldn’t resist opening the door of the scarlet home that was in front of her.

Within, there was an orchestra of violins

Evidently, the owner of the house placed a high value on these precious violins.

“Beethoven, Mozart… they’re all discontinued. These violins honor these historical musicians by bearing their names.”

“They’re worth a fortune. Why is it being kept here in plain sight, with the door left unlocked?”

Even Jane was unable to contain her awe of the generosity shown by the owner of this property.

Or rather…

That was a show of complete faith in the resort’s safety measures.

“Who are you?”

A surprised voice suddenly came from behind the door.

As Jane turned around, she noticed a man with a flat top haircut and natural, uncolored hair. His *****hair and the lines that had formed near the corners of his eyes were clear evidence of the passage of time.

trousers, and ice skates. He looked as strong as a bear, and every once in a while, his eyes would shine with a piercing radiance. Despite his age, he seemed courageous as ever and not to be trifled with. “I’m

“It’s you? Jane

Jane’s face clearly,

looked puzzled, “You

impossible for Jane to have no

second uncle. I’m

Crucsia. How am I not familiar with your name? Also, I have a serious passion for the art of painting. I liked the work you did to win the world championship and the things you made during the X era.

I’m so lucky to be able to meet my hero here. Connor had told me many things about you. You

Walker’s teasing helped ease the

of relief, Jane responded, “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Luther. The thought that you would suspect me

these violins are works of art and would sell for a fortune. I dared to leave without locking the door. Naturally, that is because I have faith in the safety measures taken

“Or rather, I’m more interested in seeing which daring burglar attempts to take my violin

by Jane and reached for a

such weather, surely you must know a thing or two about the violin,

was slightly

these violins. They couldn’t bring themselves to do anything with the violins other than doing routine

Walker to

were any defects, there wouldn’t be a new violin that had been discontinued to

be played with What’s the use of being cooped up here indefinitely if it can’t even do

likely that both their owners and the violins themselves must feel some dissatisfaction.

her

was clearly intended

Was he pulling

Hal

Who’s afraid?

Mr. Luther,

once in a generation

to do so, and the violin’s owner was willing for her to

reason did she have to

was damaged, Jane could

now this is my idol. You can choose any of the violins here. Dont worry, I just found a friend to help me maintain and adjust

chose a violin

Beethoven was also Jane’s favorite

her fingers

The shape of the violin strings was traced out by

and the sandalwood scent of antiquity wafted

was fascinating

Jane couldn’t help

a musician, she was more than grateful to be

There was nothing else that could have been more amazing

The debugging is

narrowed and

Walker’s friend must be a virtuosic musician with a reverence for his

out of production violin from the turn of the previous century would be almost

in every way possible. In a sense, it breathed a

It was as if the