Just Don't Regret It

"Miss Long, you're going to be disappointed. My hands are injured. Even if I force myself to play the violin, the effect won't be too good. I think that with Miss Long's abilities, even without the violin accompaniment, you will still be able to perform well. I believe in you ~" Feng Qing smiled.

Long Yuning was anxious. "Qingqing, I know you're still holding a grudge about what happened previously, but I have died once and have thought it through. This time, I really want to perform with you. Can you promise me?"

Sitting on the bed, Feng Qing looked out of the window at the drizzle through the gap in the curtains. "Do you really want to collaborate with me so much?"

"Qingqing, not everyone can apply for a performance at the Hong Meng Theater. Hasn't Third Aunt always had something against you? It's an excellent chance for you to prove yourself. Only by proving yourself can you change Third Aunt's opinion." Long Yuning said.