?<strong>Chapter 820:</strong>


    At the center of the za was a musical fountain that was still operational, probably due to scheduled performances.


    Elyse pointed at the musical fountain and mentioned, “At midnight, there will be a performance here. Let’s wait and watch.”


    Theo had no interest in such things. He found them tedious and aplete waste of time.


    Elyse had always enjoyed these simple pleasures, which was why he had been reluctant to apany her. It never seemed worth the effort.


    Now, as they awaited the start of the musical fountain show, hisck of enthusiasm remained unchanged.


    As the crowd grew, Theo became both depressed and perplexed. He wondered why so many people woulde out to watch a musical fountain on such a chilly night instead of staying home to sleep.


    When midnight arrived, the fountain started its disy, but there was no music apanying it.


    “Why isn’t there any music? Could the equipment be frozen?”


    “Oh! I specifically came to see this musical fountain, and it’s so cold out here. If I had known the music wouldn’t work, I wouldn’t have bothered.”


    “Unfortunately, I’m feeling down today and was hoping the musical fountain would cheer me up.”


    As people slowly started to leave, Theo stated in a calm tone, “The musical fountain isn’t working right. Let’s head back.”


    Elyse shook her head and offered a smile. “Did you forget? Music is my specialty.”


    Under Theo’s confused look, he watched as Elyse pulled out a violin and moved towards the fountain’s edge.


    Elyse’s unusual actions drew the attention of those nearby, and they paused to observe her.


    As she began ying, the onlookers expressed their astonishment.


    Elyse used her violin to enhance the atmosphere around the fountain. As she yed, the fountain’s lights suddenly illuminated, creating a captivating scene where Elyse performed her music under the lights.


    “Wow! She’s ying the violin beautifully. I’m really moved.”


    “She’s so adorable.”


    “Isn’t she a contestant in this year’s Swan Cup? I’ve seen her performance; she’s remarkably talented.”


    As the surrounding chatter filled the air, Theo watched Elyse perform near the fountain, feeling his heart soften with each note. There were indeed things in this world more moving than money.


    His gaze was tender and filled with admiration. Though Elyse was only a few steps away, it seemed to him like a gaping chasm separated them—unreachable and vast.


    When Elyse finished her piece, the music fountain quieted, and the lights dimmed. She lowered her violin and looked towards Theo. He caught her gaze, his smile genuine but tinged with mncholy.


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