The next day.
The sunlight was imbued with a hazy intoxication.
Gu Tong had already set off for the Academy. Instead of reporting to her class, she found a moment to slip into the arts class.
In the early morning, it was practice time for the arts class, with exercises for various vocal parts. Harmonious scales from different instruments blended together, echoing in the ears like a beautiful symphony.
Through the glass, Gu Tong saw a familiar figure reflected in her pupils.
...
Qiu Xue stood in front of the piano, her hands crossed over her abdomen, her long lashes lowered, casting a slight shadow on her fair face as she sang a beautifully melodic tune.
The entire training room was enraptured by the song.
After the song ended, applause thundered in the room. The vocal coach and the performers all cast looks of envy and satisfaction at Qiu Xue.
"Wow, Qiu Xue, you sang so beautifully. Your foundation is the strongest in our arts class..."
