Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 84 Shy whisper (10)

He gently sighed and supported her shoulder:

"Actually, I don't want to lie to you. The burden of being famous is too heavy and tiring. I have always wanted to unload it."

"But, I want to know everything about you! Your sorrow, your pain, your past,
You must have suffered a lot to be so sad. In order to protect you, Xi Zhonghui,
He became what everyone thinks of as the 'Prince of Music', right? "

Knowing Yu Xiang from the very beginning, his melancholy and sadness impressed her deeply,
It was him like this that made her unable to let go of him. She hoped to help him and tried her best to help him.

They are not only friends, but also the most intimate confidants, but in the end she realized that she had been lied to by her most trusted confidant.

He took her hand and sat on the sofa, looked at her tenderly and said:

"Since I was a child, I have always been the proud son of heaven in the eyes of everyone. I grew up in the applause of everyone, and my family has always been proud of me. But one day..."

His eyes were gradually covered with water, and his voice was a little choked:

"That year, I was ten years old and had just qualified for the finals of the National Youth Music Competition.

My father, the father who loved me so much, came back from abroad to watch my last game.

However, he encountered a plane crash on the way... From then on, I was disheartened, I withdrew from the finals, and stayed away from the music...

Later, my father's mentor, Sim, an international music master, found me, and he insisted on accepting me as an apprentice.
Under his inspiration, I picked up the instrument again.The moment I picked up the instrument, music was already inseparable from me. "

Her heart moved, she looked at him sincerely and said:

"Xiang, I know why? Because you belong to the music, and the music also belongs to you. You and the music have long been integrated!"

"Ah."

He nodded slightly, turned his head and stared obsessively at his beloved violin on the table.

"Xiang, about your father, you must have been in great pain at that time, right?"

With tears in her eyes, she caressed his thin cheek with delicate fingertips.

He squeezed her hand, looked at her and said:
"Well. But I'm better now that I have you,

Your cheerfulness, your innocence, and your spirit full of life are the best medicine for my wounds.Little??, thank you! "

(End of this chapter)