Lu Xingzhi didn't say anything more, and looked at Bertrand again. He was even thinner than during the piano concert.
The teacher, honored throughout his life, yet at this age, he had an incurable disease.
Lu Xingzhi couldn't control her tears no matter what.
She knew her teacher wouldn't want to see her like this, but sometimes, you just can't control your tears.
Huo Jincheng gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and softly said, "If you want to cry, just cry."
Lu Xingzhi leaned on his shoulder, her tears soaking Huo Jincheng's clothes.
Bertrand's death got out, but no one knew who leaked it.
The media surrounded the hospital.
It was already on the headlines of various countries.
After all, he was a world-class pianist, hardly anyone didn't know him.
The news quickly reached the country, and the headline was already: Bertrand Passed Away.
Of course, not many truly cared about his death.
Some people were just following the trend.
