The cello plays out a melody as if weeping and confiding.
At this moment, the sound of Gan Yanyu's cello undergoes a qualitative change, the vibrato becomes deep, full, and brimming with emotional undulation.....
The contact between the bow hair and strings is no longer friction, but like a tender caress, producing a warm, rich sound resonating with the chest. Especially in the high register, the sound is no longer a shriek, but a song with a sacred glow...
Isaac is completely stunned.
What is this...?
This is not the same as imagined, is it?!
Isaac becomes excited.
Gan Yanyu, isn't this your most important competition?!
Let them see!!
See that decadent and crumbling spiritual world of yours.
You are always immersed in your own world, unable to break free and extricate yourself, making everyone around worry for you! Making them fall because of your music!
Isn't that you?!
