KOCM

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But right now, Qi Mu. . . couldn't associate this woman with a kind smile to that yaksha just now.

Jenny went over to Qi Mu and said with a smile, "Angel, I came because Mr. Farrell asked for you." Qi Mu was about to leave at once, and she smiled again, "Go straight ahead, I'll help with your stuff. It looks like Mr. Farrell wanted to say a word or two, so it shouldn't be long."

Qi Mu smiled and said, "Okay. Thank you, Jenny."

In the rehearsal hall, a handsome young man walked ahead toward the conductor's lounge behind the stage. Behind him, the female violinist sat on a chair, watching over his violin case and phone.

It took him three minutes to walk to the backstage from the hall.

The maestro told Qi Mu that he and his wife, Audrey, were going out tonight to have a candlelight dinner and share a romantic, warm world for only the two of them.

Since it was a two-person world, of course, one couldn't bring a giant light bulb along. So he gave him the key, telling him to go back alone and eat something on the way.

Qi Mu naturally agreed. Although the fact that Farrell and Audrey were in their sixties but still regularly went out on a date together every week was somewhat unexpected, their love of more than 40 years made him slightly envious.

The vibrant sunset shone through the stained-glass window making the glass looked even more dazzling.

Qi Mu walked alone down the long corridor. For some reason, he suddenly stopped in front of the tall Gothic-style window and stared at it in a daze.

Over 40 years of love. . .

When put together, it didn't seem much in comparison to the years he had lived.

Why was he suddenly a bit envious?

If he could be with Min for 40 years. . .

His light eyes opened wide, and he was stunned, standing frozen in the same place. He couldn't believe the fact that name just popped up in his mind.

There wasn't a single movement in the corridor for quite a while. It wasn't until a small, black bird perched on a branch of a tree outside flapped its wings and flew away that Qi Mu was suddenly awakened from his reverie, and he clenched his fist.

He once again continued toward the rehearsal hall. His shocked expression had already returned to normal as if nothing happened.

Qi Mu had just stepped into the rehearsal hall when he heard the familiar ringtone of his mobile phone before he could even spot Jenny.

He used 《Concerto in E minor》 as his ringtone until a few months ago when he changed it to Paganini's 《La Campanella》 played by himself. So when the melody rang out, he knew it was his phone.

Qi Mu hastened his pace, but before he could come close, he heard a sudden cry, "My God! Min. . .Chen?! That's Mr. Bertram's Chinese name!"

Qi Mu suddenly had a bad feeling. His steps quickened, but just 10 meters away, he heard Jenny's voice again, "Ah. . . Mr. Bertram? Well, I'm not Angel. I'm Jenny, Jenny from Dresden. . . Ah, Angel? Angel was called by Mr. Farrell just now, and he needed me to. . . Ah! Mr. Bertram, Angel is back! Do you want me to give him the phone?"

Qi Mu: ". . ."

What was the Chinese saying again? Escape on the first day but can't hide on the fifteenth.

Facing Jenny's expression full of expectation and excitement, Qi Mu could only sigh softly and take over the phone. Setting it to his ear, Qi Mu hadn't yet spoken when he heard the magnetic voice through the speaker--