Healing the Omega, I Became the Whole Clan's Darling Chapter 146: Playing in the Plaza

hisemotioncaquicklyandleftjustasquickly.

zeersuppressedthetangledthoughtsinhisheart.eliftedhisheadandrealizedthat,withoutnoticingit,theyhadalreadyarrivedneartheplaza.

hiscentralplazaconnectedmorethanadozennearbystreets.fonelookeddownfromabove,thosedensestreetsresembledtherootsofatree,windingandcrisscrossingacrossthegroundlikeatightnet.

Andtheironepointofconvergencewasthiscentralplaza.

twasalsothemostprosperousandbustlingplaceonBlueusterStar.heetingtobeheldtomorrowwouldalsotakeplaceinsidetheexhibitioncenterattheveryfrontoftheplaza.

hatareahadalreadybeencordonedoff,withthearmydispatchedbytheAllianceguardinginside.

Butoutsidethesecurityline,batchafterbatchoftouristsstoodtherelaughingandtakingphotos.

herewereraceswhohadrushedoverfromotherstarsectors,andresidentswhoalreadybelongedtotheFifthStarSector.Allkindsofracesgatheredhere.

heyhaddifferentappearances,differentlanguages,andcompletelydifferentculturalcustoms.heremightbehatredbetweenthem,andmisunderstandingstoo.

Butwiththeconferenceabouttobegin,everyone’sattentionwasfocusedontomorrow’seting.oonewouldchoosetocausetroubleatatilikethis.

Duringthisperiod,BlueusterStarhadrarelypresentedsuchaprecioussceneofdifferentracespeacefullyinteractingtogether.

Ashestrolledthroughtheplaza,WenYuzhihadalreadyseenseveralraceshehadneverencounteredbefore.

Sowerealsowalkingaroundtheplaza.Sohadsimplysetupsmallstallsandbegunsellingspecialtiesfromtheirownraces.thersperfordopenlylikewanderingartists.

Butthemosteye-catchingplacewasstillthecenteroftheplaza.

herewasanextrelyspectacularmusicalfountainthere.

nfrontofthefountainstoodadreamlikecrystalpiano.

Soonewascurrentlysittingthereplaying,andthepiecehappenedtobeasongpraisingpeace.

hispiecehadbeencomposedbyanelvencomposer.Afterwitnessingbattlefieldslargeandsmall,thecomposerwrotethispieceinpraiseofpeace.

Aquiet,lowlodyflowedfromtheperson’sfingertipsandfellintotheearsofeveryhurriedtouristpassingnearby.

hatgentlemoventwaslikealullabyfromnatureitself,asifitcouldplacepeopleinsideaforestatnight.herewerenoinsectcries,nobirdsong,onlytherustlingofleavesandthemurmuringofflowingwater.

Andtheysleptinsideflowerbudswithmoonlightastheirpillow.verythingwassobeautifulandpeaceful.

earingthepiano,passingtouristscouldnothelpslowingtheirstepsandstoppingtheretolisten.heirritationandanxietyintheirheartsseedtobesoothedallatoncebythesoundofthemusic.

“hatisanelf’sability.”

Princessottiehadrunouttoplayagaintoday.worfolkattendantsfollowedbehindher,constantlypayingattentiontotheprincess’severymovent.

Atthismont,listeningtothepiano,sheinstantlyrecognizedthatthentalenergywithinthemusicbelongedtoanelf.

hinkingthis,shetuggedatthecornerofhermouth,andalookofdisgustappearedonhergorgeousface.

“hoseelveshavenoheart.omatterhowpleasantmusicwithoutemotionsounds,itisstillfalse.”

twaslikeabeautifullycraftedcastleintheair.omatterhowmagnificenttheoutsidelooked,thefoundationunderneathwasempty.

heirrfolkweredifferent.hesongsoftherfolkcafrominnerresonancefoundafterexperiencingcountlessemotions.

heoceangoddesshadgrantedthemthepurestvoices,andalsograntedthemthecouragetoloveandhateboldly.

ruemusicshouldhaveemotion.ikethesealiftingragingwaves,itshouldcarryangerandimpassionedfeeling.

Unfortunately,elvescouldnotdothis.heyweretooaloofandtoopure,likeabreeze.heycouldfeelthebeautyofnature,buttheydidnotknowwhynaturewassobeautiful.

hatwaswhyottiefeltthatelvenmusicwasfalse.

Buttootherraces,thepianosoundedverypleasant.

Moreandmorepeoplegatherednearby.WenYuzhialsolistenedforawhile,buthisattentionwasmoreonthepianoitself.

Aslongassooneplayedthatpiano,thefountainbesideitwouldspraywatercolumnsofdifferentheightsaccordingtothenotesandrhythm.

hewatercolumnsrosehighbeforesplashingdownwithcountlessdroplets.tlookedveryinteresting.

“Doyouwanttogoupandtry?”

zeernoticedWenYuzhi’sgazeonthepiano.

“Alittle,butdon’tplayverywell.”

WenYuzhiwasnotbeingmodestthisti.ecouldplaythepiano,buttohim,playingpianowasonlyahobby.ehadnotspenttoomuchtiorenergyonit.

Besides,hehadonlyplayedpianoinfrontofWenCheandMadamJilanya.Butnomatterwhathedid,DaddyandMommywouldpraisehimwithoutstintandsaythattheirZhizhiwasthebestlittleangel.

Andthelittleangelwasbothhappyandtroubledbythis.

ewashappybecausehisdaddyandmommylovedhimverymuchandneverdamagedhisconfidence.

ewastroubledbecausehehadnoideahowgoodhisactuallevelwas.

SoWenYuzhididnotdareexaggerate.

“wanttohearit.”

“m?”

WenYuzhiturnedtolookatzeerandsawthattheotherpersonwasalsolookingathim.isexpressionandgazewerebothveryserious,notlikehewasjoking.

“Mm...”zeernodded,thenadded,“wanttohearit.”

WhenWenYuzhihadchattedwithhimbefore,hehadoncesaidhecouldplaypianoandthat,ifhehadthechance,hecouldplayforhim.

heyoungmanwhosaidthishadnottakenittoheart.

Butzeerhadrembered.

Atthismont,forsoreason,hesuddenlydugupthatmoryandtooktheinitiativetotellhimthathewantedtohearit.

WenYuzhicouldhaverefusedzeer’srequest.

Butlookingintotheotherperson’seyes,thatfamiliarfeelingonceagainroseinhisheart.

WenYuzhipressedhislipstogether.ntheend,undertheotherperson’sgaze,hestillsaidsoftly,“henifdon’tplaywell,you’renotallowedtodislikeit.”

Ashewasspeaking,thepieceovertherehadalreadyended,andtheseatatthepianohadjusthappenedtobecofree.

WenYuzhiwalkedup.

Seeingabeautifulyoungmansitonthepianobench,thepeoplegatherednearbywhohadoriginallybeenpreparingtoleavestoppedoneafteranother.

ButWenYuzhi,alreadyseatedonthebench,gentlyplacedhishandsonthekeys.

edidnotcareaboutthegazescastoverfromalldirections.

nstead,amidthesurroundingnoise,theyoungmanpressedthefirstkey.

heonlysourceofsoundwasthepianobeneathWenYuzhi’sfingers.

hatflowing,cascadinglodywassocheerful,sorelaxed,solively.

AsWenYuzhiplayed,asceneflashedthroughhismind.

twasanafternoononBlueZitherStar.Aftertheyhadeaten,therewasnothingmuchtodointheafternoon,soheandMansendishadmadeicelanternsindoorsbesidetheburningfireplace.

Daddyhadbeensittingonachairthen.WenYuzhihaddislikedthechairforbeinguncomfortable,sohehadpulledAwuoverashisbackrestandkneltonthecarpetwithoutanyproperposture.

Mondstoodnotfarfromhim,speakingquietlywithKasha.

ritawasplacingtheafternoonteamadebytheumuonthetable.

Seletleanedagainstthewindow.PerhapsbecauseofSelet’spersonality,Seletdidnotspeakmuchmostoftheti,butSelet’sgazewasalwayspayingattentiontotheirKingandlittlehighness.

heroomwasveryquiet.veryone’svoiceswerenotloud.

Buttheatmospherewasnotcoldatall.

nthecontrary,withtheworldoutsidefulloffreezingwindandsnow,theroomwiththefireplaceburningandthescentofbreaddriftingthroughitseedespeciallywarm.

AslongasWenYuzhiliftedhishead,hecouldseeonefamiliarfaceafteranotherbesidehim.

henextmont,awarmpalmfellontothetopofhishead.

elookedup.

Whatenteredhiseyeswasthesilver-hairedsovereign’sface.

twasDaddy.

Daddy’swarm,broadpalmstrokedhishair,andWenYuzhicomfortablynarrowedhiseyesslightly.

eleanedhisheadagainstDaddy’sknee,closedhiseyes,slledthescentofburningpinewood,andsankdeeplyintosleep.

WenYuzhiwasthinkingoftheSaintClaninhisheart,andthroughthesoundofthepiano,everyoneseedtobebroughttothatafternoonaswell.

heysatonasoft,comfortablecarpet,listeningtothehowlingwindandsnowoutside,yetdidnotfeelcoldatall.

ndoors,thewarmfireinthehearthburnedbright,andthebreadonthetablehadjustbeenbakedcrisp.

Andtheyweregatheredwithfamily,spendingthisleisurelyafternoontogether.

herewasnodoubtthatthesceneWenYuzhi’spianodescribedwasawarmandrelaxedfamilyday.

istechniquemightnotcomparetothosefamousmasters,butWenYuzhihadexpressedverywellthroughthepianoeverythinghehadfeltandunderstoodthatday.

Becauseofthis,thenumberofpeoplegatheredarounddidnotdecrease,butgrew.ManypeopleweredrawnoveronlyafterhearingWenYuzhi’spiano.

zeerstoodamongthem,lookingattheyoungmanonstageasifhewereglowing.

hesplashingwaterdropletsgatheredintoathinmist.Underthelight,thevaporspreadingaroundreflectedarainbowhalo.

heykissedWenYuzhigently.

heyoungman’shairandthecontoursofhischeeksseedtoglowfaintly.

Atthismont,zeercouldnotmovehisgazeawayfromhimatall.

Andtheemotionsinhisheartseedtobelikethewatercolumnsinthefountain,risinghigherandhigherwiththesoundofthepiano,climbinglayerbylayertotheirpeak.

hewaterdropletssplasheddownagain.

WenYuzhiendedthefinalnote.

elookedinzeer’sdirection.

heyoungmanblinkedhesitantly,lookingasifhewereaskingzeerfromfaraway:owdidplay?

zeerdidnotspeak.

Buthebegantoclap.

Withhimtakingthelead,thesurroundingtouristsseedtowakefromadreamandbeganapplaudingoneafteranother.

ottiewasalsoamongthoseclapping.

Shefeltthatwarmntalenergyfallontoheralongwiththepianonotes.naninstant,herbodyseedtobecoslightlylighter,andtheexhaustionthathadaccumulatedovermanydaysgraduallybegantofade.

Butthisfeelingwasnotespeciallyobvious,soottiedidnotpaymuchattentiontoit.Becauseofthat,sheoverlookedthesmallchangeinherntalsea.

WhatottiecaredaboutmostwasWenYuzhi’spiano.

ShecouldhearthatWenYuzhi’spianohademotion.Moreimportantly,itdidnotrelyhaveemotion—thisfeelingcouldactuallyinfectsomanypeoplethroughthepiano.

nottie’sheart,WenYuzhi’spianowassimplyfarbetterthanthatfalseelffrombefore.

“h!Mysweetlittledarling,whatshoulddo?’mlikinghimmoreandmore!”

ottieclutchedherchestexcitedly.

Behindher,thetworfolkattendantsfeltsowhattroubled.

Whatcouldtheydo?

heycouldonlysaythatiferighnesstrulywantedtosnatchhimback,theywouldknockherunconsciousanddragherbackdirectlylikethat.

WenYuzhistilldidnotknowthathehadalreadybeentargetedbyarfolkprincess.

Afterfinishingonepiece,hestoodup,preparingtoleave.

ButjustasWenYuzhimoved,afigurewalkedoutfromthecrowdandcastraighttohim.

WenYuzhirecognizedtheotherpersonastheonewhohadplayedtheearlierpiece.

o...

otright.

Perhapsheshouldnotsay“person.”

WenYuzhi’sgazecircledovertheotherperson’spointedearsandthatbeautifulface,exquisiteenoughtoblurgender.

fhehadguessedcorrectly,theonestandinginfrontofhimshouldbeanelf.

hiselfhadlongpale-goldenhair.iseyeswereararepurple,andhisfairskinandbeautiful,otherworldlyfacemadehimseexactlyastherumorspraised—possessingaholyandelegantbeauty.

Atthismont,hewaslookingatWenYuzhiwiththosecoolyetbeautifuleyes,andhislowvoicewasasgracefulandpleasantasacello.

“ello.Mayhavethehonorofgettingtoknowyou?”