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Just then, I spotted a motorbike parked by the curb, the rider finishing up a cigarette and preparing to leave. I didn’t hesitate; I took a seat on the bike’s rear, startling the man.
He looked at me with a mix of surprise and irritation. “Get off,” he said coldly.
I looked at him and pointed towards the bike’s engine “You just stopped on the side of the road to smoke because the engine of your modified motorbike was overheating, resulting in an insufficient or even interrupted fuel supply, right? That’s why you had to stop temporarily and wait for them to return to normal.
He looked back at me with shock and before he could say something I completed
“I can fix that problem for you if you give me a lift.”
He seemed intrigued by my offer and, with a smirk, told me to settle in. I felt brave and confident and totally unconcerned about what I was leaving behind..
I wrapped my arms around him as the bike roared to life, the powerful engine vibrating through me.
The ride was exhilarating. When we arrived at the base of my apartment block, I started to check the motorbike for the rider, pointing to the exhaust pipe of the motorbike and said, “This Kawasaki Ninja H2 you are driving, its original exhaust pipe caliber should be around 6.9cm, which ensures its
power performance and haust efficiency is smooth. But the caliber should only be around 6 after your modification, which will seriously affect the power output of the engine. I was hearing the sound of you starting the motorbike and I probably guessed the problem you met.
He listened attentively and looked at me with a gaze that changed from surprise to admiration, he said, “I didn’t think you could really solve this problem, just now I thought you were a liar.”
I laughed and said, “What are you going to do if I don’t solve it?”
He joked with me too and said he planned to beat me up blindfolded.
We both laughed, exchanged contact information, and I watched him disappear into the night on his
bike.
Recovery from the injury was a long and arduous journey, but Lena’s help proved invaluable. Thanks to the werewolf’s remarkable healing abilities, my hand mended faster than I had anticipated. Soon, it felt as if I had never been hurt at all. I threw myself into my recovery, and part of that process involved returning to the piano. Playing became my solace, a way to channel my
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omplex emotions and recent experiences into something beautiful. The music was like food for my soul, while my body healed, the plano helped my spirit recover.
Lorik frequently visited the piano room while I played. Although he never interrupted or imposed. his presence was a constant, unspoken reminder of his watchful gaze. Whenever he came in, he would simply watch me play, his silence both comforting and intrusive.
“You play very well,” he would often say. “It gives me a sense of peace I haven’t felt in years. If only f had known you could play the plano earlier.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I lost myself in the music, letting the melodies and harmonies fill the room and drown out the distractions.
One morning, as I was immersed in practice, I heard the door to the music room creak open. Expecting it to be a student,, I was about to send Lorik away when I saw that the figures in the doorway were Maurice and another man. The man wore a hat pulled low, obscuring his face.
Lorik’s demeanor changed instantly. He stood up, his face hardening with visible hostility. The atmosphere shifted palpably as Maurice and the man entered.
“I heard the wonderful sound of the piano,” Maurice said with a reassuring smile. “I thought I’d bring Ethan to meet you.”
At the mention of Ethan’s name, my heart skipped a beat. The man removed his hat, and I was greeted by the face of a legend.
Ethan Winter, a name that resonated deeply in the world of music. He was a renowned pianist, famous not only for his extraordinary talent but also for his notoriously unpredictable temperament. Stories of his genius were as well–known as the tragedies of his past–losing his wife and child in a tragic accident years ago. The rumors about him were a mix of admiration and apprehension.
Seeing him in person was both exhilarating and nerve–wracking. Lorik, standing beside me, seened taken aback as well, his expression betraying his surprise.
Ethan Winter was a striking figure of elegance and gravity. His tall, imposing frame was accentuated by the sharp lines of his tailored suit, which seemed to drape flawlessly over his shoulders. With his chiseled features, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline, he exuded an air of effortless charm and nobility. His piercing blue eyes, framed by dark, tousled hair, held a depth of emotion that hinted at both his tragic past and his remarkable talent. Every movement he made, every glance, carried an undeniable sense of regal bearing, making him appear as if he had stepped
out of a classic painting of a bygone era.
Maurice gave me an encouraging nod, signaling me to stay calm. “Don’t be nervous. I told Ethan I
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would bring him to meet you.”
than’s initially serious expression softened into a smile. “That was an impressive performance,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that was unexpected. “Do you know who I am?”
Excited and nervous, I nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mr. Winter. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Ethan’s curiosity seemed piqued. “Why are you teaching here? You’re clearly very talented. Don’t you aspire to perform on a larger stage?”
The reason I’m teaching here obviously has something to do with what once happened to me when I was kicked out of Silvermoon.
and at this time, Lorik was standing next to me, there was no way I could tell the truth.
So I had to smile and say, “Certainly I hope to go to a bigger stage….
Maurice gave an encouraging smile from the side. But at that moment, Lorik’s face clouded over.
Lorik, sensing my discomfort, stepped in. “She’s my Luna,” he said, his tone firm. “She’s here to play
in the human world for a while but will return to the pack later to fulfill her duties as a Luna.
Ethan, however, seemed to deliberately ignore Lorik’s explanation. His attention remained fixed on me, and he seemed to sense the turmoil beneath my calm exterior. His expression grew serious with
concern.
“Have you ever heard my compositions?” he asked.
I nodded again. “Yes, I have.”
Ethan’s face lit up with a hint of a smile. “Would you play one for me?”
“Of course, sir,” I replied, feeling both honored and anxious.
I took a deep breath and chose to perform one of Ethan’s famous pieces, “A Rite of Love Ode.” As my
fingers danced across the keys, the notes filled the room with an emotive and hauntingly beautiful melody. I watched Ethan closely, noticing how his eyes misted over and deep emotion spread across
his face.
When the final note lingered in the air and the music came to an end, Ethan reached out to me, his voice trembling slightly. “You play this piece just like your mother did,” he said, his tone heavy with nostalgia. “It’s as if I’m hearing her again.”
roze, my breath catching in my throat. “Sir, what do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely more
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than a whisper.
hian’s face turned even more solemn. “Shirley, my baby,” he choked out. “You’re the child I lost. I found you through your music.”
The shock of his words was so overwhelming that I could hardly breathe. My mind raced, struggling to comprehend the impossible truth that Ethan Winter, the legendary planist, was claiming to be my father. The room seemed to spin around me as the weight of the revelation sank in.
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