CHAPTER 625: CHAPTER 403: I NEVER WANT TO BE SEPARATED FROM YOU AGAIN_2

In Nannali’s heart, like the sun...

Now, at this most critical juncture, it collapsed with a thunderous crash.

... ...

Seeing,

on the big screen, Gan Yanyu was escorted out of the venue by the staff.

At the judges’ table, some showed looks of regret, some were extremely indignant, and some breathed a sigh of relief...

More spectators, upon seeing Lin Tian collapse, showed expressions of lament and regret.

"Bang—"

The door to the lounge was opened.

A staff member hurriedly rushed in.

"Sorry, Ms. Nannali... Due to contestant number 10, Gan Yanyu, withdrawing from the competition, we need you to go on stage now....."

Nannali lowered her head, tightly gripping the cello handle in her hand.

Go on stage?

Now?

For whom to perform?

How should her music be conveyed next?

If Gan Yanyu gave up on this Dragon Violin Cup, for what should she play her cello!?

Who else... can hear her music.....

"Ms. Nannali?"

Noticing something was off with Nannali’s aura, the staff frowned and asked cautiously.

She somehow felt this scene was peculiarly familiar, as if she had seen it half an hour ago, instinctively causing her to feel a burst of fear.

It was an expression—one that suddenly lost its meaning to convey.

For a musician, it’s extremely deadly.

"....."

Nannali raised her head, glancing at the stage that had been cleaned.

In her mind, inadvertently, replayed the scene of Gan Yanyu standing on the stage moving the bow.

Remembered the look full of longing when Gan Yanyu portrayed classical music.

"....."

This bastard...

At this moment,

Nannali bit down hard on her teeth again.

She didn’t believe it.

She didn’t believe that Gan Yanyu would just give up!

Nannali stood up.

Wait and see, Gan Yanyu.

You want to escape? Escape from Vienna and Keller Cup?

Impossible!

The girl stood up, picked up the cello.

She bit down on her teeth, shook her golden hair, and walked toward the stage.

...

...

"Beep—"

"Beep—"

The sound of the heart monitor.

Lin Tian smelled a strong scent of disinfectant, which made him feel a little suffocated.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the hospital ceiling came into view.

He lay on a white hospital bed.

"Awake?"

Noticing Lin Tian’s movement, He Zhichen, leaning against the wall, straightened up.

"...."

Lin Tian didn’t speak; then, he felt his right hand was being tightly held by something.

Lin Tian turned his head to the right and looked—

Gan Yanyu was sitting at the edge of the hospital bed, almost slumped over the bedside.

A pair of white hands tightly held onto Lin Tian’s hand.

"Gan... Mr. Gan?"

Lin Tian was a bit dazed and called gently.

Hearing this call, Gan Yanyu, slumped by the bedside, immediately raised his head.

"Lin Tian?!"

Gan Yanyu instantly showed a nervous yet delighted expression, quickly asking,

"How do you feel?"

"Does your head still hurt?!"

"Is there anywhere uncomfortable?!"

"....."

Gan Yanyu spoke while widening his eyes and continuously felt around Lin Tian’s body, seemingly trying to check him thoroughly.

"Still... alright, except for my head being a bit dizzy, nothing particularly uncomfortable."

Lin Tian was somewhat at a loss by this barrage of questions.

He looked at himself; all parts of his body were wrapped in bandages, with a pungent medicine applied.

"Due to worrying about you, Gan Yanyu has been slumped on the hospital bed for six hours." He Zhichen said.

Six hours....

So much time has already passed?

Lin Tian felt a bit dazed.

At that moment, He Zhichen stepped forward.

"Mr. Lin Tian, you must be hungry after so long; I’ll go buy you something to eat."

"You two talk; I won’t disturb you."

With that, He Zhichen turned around.

For some reason, He Zhichen sighed heavily, showing an extremely sorrowful expression.

Then, he left the ward, closing the door on his way out.

"....."

Lin Tian held his still slightly aching head, asking:

"What’s wrong with me?"

"You fainted on stage; the ambulance brought you here."

Gan Yanyu pursed her lips, almost heartbrokenly looking at Lin Tian,

"Luckily, no internal organs were injured, just a minor concussion... A few days of rest and it’ll be fine....."

"Oh... Oh."

Lin Tian nodded.

Stage... Right, stage...

Countless memories flashed through his mind.

Lin Tian looked at Gan Yanyu.

Then realized Gan Yanyu hadn’t had time to tidy herself; her hair was messy, her dress stained with blood, presumably from his own, looking quite haggard, even her tear-smeared makeup remained, and she hadn’t removed it.

For Gan Yanyu, who always cared greatly about her appearance, this was utterly intolerable.

But Gan Yanyu seemed completely unconcerned about such matters; her face was pale, once again tightly gripping Lin Tian’s hand, lowered her head, appearing somewhat remorseful.

"So... the competition, has it ended?"

Couldn’t help but,

Lin Tian inquired softly.

This was actually a redundant question.

Six hours had passed; how could it not be over?

But, instinctively, after waking up, the thing Lin Tian cared most about was still this.

"Hm...."

Gan Yanyu nodded,

"It’s over."

All of it.

Including... their dreams.

...

...

Lin Tian slightly widened his eyes, then, almost resignedly, lowered them.