It seemed that she had long forgotten what she had said.
Rohan smiled self-mockingly and suddenly let go.
Then let it be. It was good to make this relationship a memory.
"Thanks," Rohan took the plate of fully preserved tape and carefully put it back into the box at the side. "Don't worry about the performance. I will practice well."
Amelie stared at his head for a long time before leaving silently.
"Hey, Ms. Mullen."
Sylvia, who had just gotten the music score from the office, rushed over in a hurry and saw Amelie walking out with a depressed expression.
"Ms. Mullen ... What happened to her?"
Sylvia sat next to Rohan and saw the tape with a cover of roses.
"What is it? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"It's nothing. I just wrote it for fun before. By the way, Amelie said that this song will be used for the performance this time. You should hurry up and practice it. It's very simple. You don't have to worry."