Sweat gradually broke out on Xia Xue's forehead. She had really used all her strength to play this song, but the effect she produced was worlds apart from the original composition.
Sometimes, the technique was not as important as the feelings conveyed when one played the violin.
"Missing" was a song about how one person missed another. She had already used all her strength to express the meaning of the song.
Just as Xia Xue was about to reach the climax, she stopped, worried that she would make a mistake. She could only hope that Brother Cao did not hear the flaws in her song.
Xia Xue placed the violin on a stool and looked at Brother Cao uneasily.
Brother Cao was still immersed in the music Xia Xue had just played. He lowered his gaze and nodded. "Not bad. You're not old, but you're already very good at this."
