?<strong>Chapter 934:</strong>


    Elyse could see that Fiona was confused and on the verge of panic. “Do you want me to tell you where you went wrong?”


    Fiona jerked her head to re at her. “I don’t need you to teach me anything. Don’t forget—I was once your senior. Who do you think you are?”


    Elyse shrugged. “Alright, then. Well, it’s my turn to perform.” She took the spot that Fiona had vacated and picked up her violin. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and began to y.


    Elyse loved this piece. For her, “Liebesleid,” meaning “love’s sorrow,” was very apt. She wasn’t sure how it was for others, but love had certainly brought her a lot of pain and suffering.


    Jayden had be someone she wanted to let go of but never could. He was someone she disliked, even hated at times, yet still cared for deeply. Sometimes, she found herself wondering just what he meant to her.


    But Elyse could never find the answer. Pondering it alone left her feeling lost and suffocated. Why did love have to bring sorrow? Couldn’t there be love that was all joy and warmth?


    Jayden stood to the side, watching Elyse perform with rapt attention. Although he didn’t consider himself knowledgeable about music, he could sense the haunting mix of love, confusion, and heartache in the notes she yed.


    He understood the emotions the music conveyed. A lump formed in his throat. He had always been loyal to Elyse and had done all he could to support her. So why did he always end up hurting her?


    Meanwhile, Fiona still couldn’t understand what Elyse had that she didn’t. However, upon seeing the crowd that had gathered to listen to Elyse, panic set in. She never imagined Elyse would attract so many people. It didn’t make sense to her.


    Elyse yed thest note and opened her eyes, surprised to find herself surrounded by an avid audience. Startled, she took a step back and nced at them nervously.


    “I know you!” someone from the crowd suddenly eximed. “You’re the first prize winner of this year’s Swan Cup, the most prestigious musicpetition! I watched your performance; you were amazing! Truly, your music healed my heart.”


    “Please y another one! I want to hear more.”


    “Can you y ‘Salut d’Amour,’ please? My girlfriend and I are getting married soon!”


    The crowd was enthusiastic, urging Elyse to y again. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse, so she simply nodded and began to y another piece.


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