Su Wan just listened quietly like this. Such a glamorous identity is not something one can easily obtain; a minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage. It's just that Fu Weiheng's effort and dedication were beyond her imagination—she wasn't even one-tenth of him.
"When my parents sent him to learn the violin, they hoped it could ease his mood and cultivate his interests and skills. But unexpectedly, it became the source of his heavy pressure. He was really crazy, that persistent and unyielding nature—who knows who he inherited it from. Four years ago, at the last stop of the orchestra's tour, in London." Fu Weijin tilted his head slightly, looking serious. "Do you know what happened that day at the London Grand Theater?"
Su Wan was slightly stunned.
