Chapter 32: The Sound of Injustice
The auditorium was packed.
Bright spotlights bathed the stage in a soft, golden glow, and the crowd’s energy buzzed like static in the air. Students leaned forward in their seats, phones raised, whispering excitedly about the final act—Jiang Yue’er.
Backstage, Jiang Yue’er stood beside the old upright piano, her fingers trembling slightly. She wore a simple black dress—elegant, minimal, just like her.
Lin Feng leaned against the curtain, arms crossed, quietly watching her from the shadows.
[System: Host, if this were an anime, this would be the moment you hand her a bento box and confess your feelings like a tragic cinnamon roll.]
He didn’t reply. He was too focused on her face. The calm exterior, the composed smile—it was all there. But behind her eyes? Nerves. Doubt. Fire.
She stepped out under the lights.
Silence fell.
Then—music.
The opening notes were slow, melancholic. The melody flowed like a quiet river, soft and aching, building slowly into something more raw. A storm of emotion played through her fingertips. Regret. Hope. Anger.
The crowd was spellbound.