She Lives without Regret in This Life

”Who are you? Who am I?”

”I am Sheng Ning, Sheng Ning loves Xu Qigang, Sheng Ning loves Xu Qigang, Sheng Ning loves Xu Qigang...” Her soft, coquettish voice filled the study.

Someone’s deep eyes were filled with indulgence, as he gently placed her on the sofa and slowly sealed her lips with his own.

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Royal Opera House

Today is the concert of the Vienna Royal Music Academy’s genius pianist. The tickets for the historic Royal Opera House, which seats over a thousand, were sold out half a month ago.

It had even reached the point where tickets were hard to come by, and many prestigious figures in high society felt honored to have one.

For the Vienna Royal Music Academy, this was their proudest moment. They have nurtured countless geniuses, musicians, and pianists. Never has anyone achieved such success before graduation.

Liu’s musical talent and unwavering dedication to the piano are unparalleled. Music in her hands seemed to gain a soul, prompting the romantically inclined Western media to give her a nickname.

”Soul Hand.”

The concert began promptly at seven in the evening; before six, the venue was already filled to capacity. Those Asian students who couldn’t get tickets spontaneously gathered in front of the opera house, holding signs high.

Liu Yilan was not only the pride of the Vienna Royal Music Academy but also the pride of Asia, and even more the pride of the Chinese nation. The historic and majestic Royal Opera House has traditionally been a stage only graced by renowned musicians, performers, and dancers.

To step onto this stage is to stand at the pinnacle of the world; until now, no Asian person had ever done so.

But Liu Yilan achieved it. In such a short time, not yet graduated, she accomplished it.

”Liu, are you nervous?” asked an intern reporter who stood out from the many media outlets, more nervous than Liu Yilan.

Dressed in a simple black dress with a silver mask, Liu Yilan quietly sat on a backstage chair. The lights on her skin emitted a soft, luminous glow.

The silver mask on her face, although not appearing expensive, was crafted so exquisitely that it amazed the Westerners.

Upon hearing someone speak to her, she gently touched the mask on her face and replied, ”Not nervous.”

”Why? Even the great Adelphi would be nervous.”

”...” Liu Yilan didn’t respond.

She had waited many days for this day; her latter life was for this moment. She was the Phoenix; this was her mission. When the mission arrives, who would be nervous?

”Liu, I’ve never seen you wear this mask before. It’s really beautiful, but you’d look beautiful even without it.”

Liu Yilan, without the mask, had long become a lady that everyone in Vienna aspired to emulate.

”Thank you!”

”This mask must have been given to you by someone very important, seeing how much you treasure it.”

Liu Yilan, usually cool and reserved, seemed to recall some cherished memories, blooming with a captivating smile. The reporter seized the opportunity, quickly pressing the shutter.

This photo could surely win her an award.

”It was given to me by a good friend.” She smiled, ”It’s extremely valuable to me.”

”You must have a very close relationship; I really wonder what kind of person could become Liu’s good friend,” the young reporter said with admiration.