Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 81 Shy whisper (7)

"No! Yuxiang, wake up!"

Xi Zhonghui grabbed his shoulders and shouted in a panic:
"I know what happened to your dad makes you very sad and sad, but you are such a music-loving person.

From childhood to adulthood, you have never been away from music. Music has penetrated into your blood and bone marrow. You will never, never be able to escape the pursuit of music.

I still remember you saying when you were young: 'Music is your soul, music is your life! '

Don't you... you don't even want your soul, don't you even want your life?
Yuxiang, stand up strong!I believe you will be able to survive this difficulty, I believe you will do it! "

"Hehehe, have you survived this difficulty..."

Yu Xiang suddenly laughed sadly, and the crystal tears, like broken bead curtains, slid down on the clear yellow ground one after another, wetting into small whirlpools.

He stopped laughing sadly, a trace of sarcasm curled up on the corner of his lips:

"Xi Zhonghui, give me the violin, and I'll prove it to you."

Xi Zhonghui stared at him in confusion, and after a while, he handed him the violin he had brought.

Yu Xiang took the violin without hesitation, put it on his left shoulder, and began to play Mozart's "Serenade for Strings" that everyone is familiar with...

but……

Strange things happened...

"How did this happen...how did it become like this...what the hell is going on..."

Xi Zhonghui's pupils suddenly dilated, her heart was constricting rapidly, and her heart felt like a needle prick.

He took a step back in astonishment, staring at the horrified scene that filled his senses without blinking!
changed……

totally changed...

Yuxiang is most proud of Mozart's "Serenade for String Orchestra", the Mozart's "Serenade for String Orchestra" that defeated all his opponents... The sound quality...is completely changed...

his hand……

He holds the hand of the violin...

trembling constantly...

"Since hearing the news of my father's death, I've been like this...

No matter what tunes I play, my fingertips don't listen to me at all... The soul and life of my fingertips have already gone with my father..."

(End of this chapter)