Zhao Lifei stood from the chair, bowed her head and then walked off the stage without a second glance towards the black piano. As much as she had despised her younger sister, she was never inclined to outshine her in terms of artistic abilities.
Nothing broke Zhao Linhua more than the realization that everything her life was built upon was fake. She was a prodigy, but how far could this title take her? She had always gloated and basked in her parent's affections. As the blinding gold or crystal trophies forged her throne in the music world, she forgot the real reason she played the piano —— because her parents wanted her to. They honed her skill, thinking it was the absolute best decision they have ever made in their life.
Yet, here she stood, numbed to the core from their choices. All the strings and titles attached to Zhao Linhua's identity were the piano. It was thrust into her arms at a young age and her opinions were unfavorably ignored.
