Chapter 820: Noveldrama

At the center of the plaza was a musical fountain, still operational, likely due to scheduled performances. Elyse pointed at it, saying, “At midnight, there will be a performance here. Let’s wait and watch.” Theo had no interest; he found such things tedious and a waste of time. Elyse, however, enjoyed these simple pleasures, which explained his reluctance to accompany her. It never seemed worth the effort. His lack of enthusiasm remained unchanged as they waited.

As the crowd grew, Theo became depressed and perplexed. He wondered why so many people would brave the chilly night for a musical fountain instead of staying home. When midnight arrived, the fountain started, but without music.

“Why isn’t there any music? Could the equipment be frozen?”

“Oh! I specifically came to see this musical fountain, and it’s so cold! If I had known the music wouldn’t work, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Unfortunately, I’m feeling down today and was hoping the fountain would cheer me up.”

As people left, Theo calmly stated, “The fountain isn’t working right. Let’s go.”

Elyse smiled and shook her head. “Did you forget? Music is my specialty.”

Under Theo’s confused gaze, she pulled out a violin and moved to the fountain’s edge. Her unusual actions drew attention; onlookers paused to observe. As she began playing, astonishment rippled through the crowd. Elyse enhanced the fountain's atmosphere; as she played, the fountain lights illuminated, creating a captivating scene.

“Wow! She’s playing beautifully. I’m really moved.”

“She’s so adorable.”

“Isn’t she a contestant in this year’s Swan Cup? I’ve seen her perform; she’s remarkably talented.”

Amidst the chatter, Theo watched, his heart softening with each note. There were indeed things more moving than money. His gaze was tender, filled with admiration. Though Elyse was close, a chasm seemed to separate them—unreachable and vast.

When Elyse finished, the fountain quieted and the lights dimmed. She lowered her violin and looked at Theo. He met her gaze, his smile genuine but tinged with melancholy. . . .