Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 82 Shy whisper (8)

The painful facts crushed everything about him, and his fate was performing a thrilling tragedy.

He put down the violin sadly, and turned his head to look at his father's tombstone, the tears in his eyes dripped silently again.

An accident took away his soul... and the life at his fingertips...

dad……

if it is possible……

Can you also... take me away...

Yu Xiang's back was lonely and desolate, and the heart-piercing pain kept pounding in Xi Zhonghui's heart.

He staggered forward a few steps, looked at Yu Xiang with a pale face, and his childish voice trembled slightly:
"Is there... is there anything I can do to help you? I really want to help you, even if I will lose everything.

Tell me, how can I help you? "

Yu Xiang turned around:

"Xi Zhonghui, never ever tell anyone about this. Starting tomorrow, I will leave the country with my father's teacher.

I don't know when I will come back, and I don't know when I can meet you..."

Xi Zhonghui's heart tightened, and she grabbed him anxiously and said:

"You must come back! We have an agreement, whoever wins this competition must promise the other party one thing.

Yuxiang, I know that I will never reach your realm, I lose, I will promise you, as long as it is any request of yours, I will promise it!
Then, please come back, I will wait for you here! "

"I will. Xi Zhonghui, goodbye..."

Seven years later.

In September, a teenager who came back from Vienna, Austria entered the Department of Music and Orchestra of Xingyue University as an ordinary student.

One afternoon in the midsummer of July of the following year, a musical teenager quietly played Beethoven's violin sonata "Spring" in a remote forest on campus.

Ten meters to his left, three students from the music department of Xingyue University approached him with surprise on their faces.

"Student, you play really beautifully, can you tell us your name?"

Like a frightened little squirrel, the boy who was as fragile as a transparent bubble quickly escaped from the sight of the three of them...

In October of the following year, the death anniversary of Mr. Yu Pubin, a famous musician in China.A young man about 20 years old quietly came to his father's tombstone and played Mozart's "Requiem".

Under the locust tree a few meters behind the boy, an internationally renowned conductor, Mr. Dongfang Yi, looked intoxicated and satisfied...

(End of this chapter)