After a while, the concert started, and Lin Yixun and Xing Yi both quieted down to listen to the music.
The orchestral music was elegant and grand, making a deep impression. For the past three years, Lin Yixun had been working hard just to make ends meet and hadn't even been to the cinema, let alone a concert.
She listened quietly, the music was clearly beautiful and moving, but she couldn't help analyzing it now and then. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt like someone was watching her.
She turned around to look behind her, and besides a man dressed a bit oddly, who seemed to be listening attentively to the music, there was no one else looking at her. She turned back, puzzled, thinking that she might have been overthinking.
However, the man behind her did seem somewhat strange, why was he covering himself up so tightly?
Next to her, Xing Yi noticed Lin Yixun's unease and leaned in to ask quietly, "What's wrong?"
