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Chapter 313
The concert officially began.
The renowned pianist, Christian, gracefully ascended the stage. She was adorned in an elegant deep
blue velvet gown. Seated at the entirely black grand piano, she began to perform her renowned
composition, ‘Seasons in the Wind’, captivating the audience.
The audience was immersed in the enchanting melody, and a tranquil hush filled the auditorium.
Even though the piano piece was lovely, Bella’s attention was fixated on Christian’s dark blue gown.
This unique haute couture dress was the only one of its kind in the world. It was personally designed by
the internationally acclaimed fashion designer Sharon-Bella herself. Individuals of such international
high-end talent, celebrity status, and virtuous character, with a distinguished reputation, were the only
ones deemed worthy to wear a gown designed by Sharon.
Justin sat through the performance, but it did not capture his interest at all. His fists were clenched so
tight that his arms subtly trembled.
Throughout the concert, he tried hard to hide his frustration, but his eyes stayed fixed on Bella. She
looked stunning, and every move she made seemed to bother him.
Occasionally, Christopher and Bella leaned in, exchanging soft, whispered words. Bella nodded with a
playful glint in her eyes, seeming like she was genuinely entertained by whatever Christopher was
saying.
Justin pressed his lips together, and he gripped his fists so hard that his veins popped out. His face
turned pale, like it was covered in a layer of frost.
He could not look away.
‘What could they possibly be talking about? Bella was married to me for three years and spent every
day living with me, so why does she have more to say to him?’
As the concert progressed, Ryan was baffled by the sudden cold. “Damn, why is it suddenly so cold?
The air conditioning is too strong…”
Christian played a few more pieces before the spotlight shifted to Zoe, Christian’s talented protege. Zoe
graced the stage in a stunning green chiffon gown, embellished with silk flowers. This accentuated her
ethereal charm, making her appear like a forest fairy.
Ryan, excited to see his sister on stage, enthusiastically waved at her. “Zoe! Zoe, look over here! It’s
your brother!”
Justin was irritated by Ryan’s behavior and had the urge to kick him down from the balcony.
Meanwhile, Zoe, who was on stage, remained blissfully unaware of her brother’s disruptive antics on
the second floor. Her face, as radiant as a full moon, beamed with a confident smile as she elegantly
bowed to the audience below.
Soon after, she gracefully positioned herself in front of the piano, resembling a swan’s elegance. Her
ten fingers delicately touched the black and white keys, producing a seamless flow of smooth notes,
The classical composition was Mozart’s “Turkish March”.
Bella gazed at Zoe’s captivating performance. Her eyes were gleaming with admiration. However, a
subtle hint of envy lingered beneath the surface.
Her left hand rested on her lap, and with the precision of well-trained muscle memory, her fingers
effortlessly followed the lively melody. Surprisingly, the once-crippled little finger seemed to regain
vitality.
Christopher, captivated by Bella’s graceful movements, spoke with affection. “I remember how well you
played the piano as a child.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “If you had chosen to pursue music
back then, your skill would undoubtedly surpass hers by now.”
However, Bella brushed aside the idea, her trembling fingers clenching tightly. “It’s impossible,” she
declared, her certainty evident in her voice. “Those days are long gone.”
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During the battle in Kridor, she carried the heavily injured Justin back to the army camp. The ligaments
in her left hand suffered severe damage, leaving her little finger completely paralyzed and powerless.
Countless rehabilitation sessions and hours of effort and sweat were poured into restoring the
remaining fingers to a semblance of normalcy.
However, Bella harbored no regrets about saving Justin.
Despite the hurt he deeply inflicted upon her, they once fought side by side for world peace. It was not
Justin the scumbag she saved, but a soldier in the peacekeeping force. Her wounds were not a
reminder of her mistakes but rather a badge of personal, supreme honor.
As the concert concluded successfully, Christian, accompanied by her talented protégé, Zoe, took a
bow as they received flowers and applause.
“Bella, would you mind joining me backstage?” Christopher smiled and extended an invitation to Bella.
“Is there something you need, Christopher?” Bella inquired.
“I have a personal matter. My mother is a big fan of Ms. Christian, so I’d like to request a signed album
from her.”
Bella responded, “Christian is quite proud, so it might be challenging.”
Christopher’s eyes softened with a gentle smile. “It’s okay. Sincerity can move mountains. As long as I
have the chance to meet her and genuinely express my request, there’s a chance she will agree.”
Ryan beamed with pride, laughing all the way while carrying a large bouquet of flowers backstage with
Justin.
Unexpectedly, from the other end of the corridor, Bella and Christopher walked side by side toward
them. The vast and open corridor suddenly felt narrow and cramped.
