Every second was gold to Mia now.

She went on to practice her piece, wishing to make up for her past regret. The song reminded her ofthe

orphanage.

Snippets of memories from the place only came to her when she played piano,

Aside from forgetting about the orphanage, she realized that she seemed to have forgotten someone,

someone important to her.

The practice session continued for a while as she walked down memory lane at the same time.

Right then, a woman with short hair showed up, scanning the area with eyes of scrutiny.

Mia raised her head and asked, “Hi there, anything I can help you with?”

“Hi, I’m from the Literature Department and writing is my interest. I’d like to write a virtuoso as thefemale lead, so I’m looking around for inspiration.

I

“I don’t know anyone from the Music School and I don’t dare to approach any one of them. But your

caught my eye a few times. You’re not from the Music School, are you? Are you Mia Bowen?”

“That’s me. Come in, have a seat,” Mia offered shyly. “What would you like to know? I don’t know much

about music, actually.”

“The thing is, that day. I happened to pass by the room, where you were playing the piano. It was

beautiful. It was a children’s song, but I don’t think it’s a famous one.”

“Oh, that one. It was made by the director of an orphanage. It’s natural that you haven’t heard of itbefore.

“Did you come from an orphanage? Me too!” exclaimed the short–haired woman. “No wonder you feltapproachable when I first saw you. I’m Dana McQueen. Let’s be friends!”

“Pleasant to meet you!” Mia had a good impression of Dana.

Both of them knew nothing about music, but they didn’t look down on each other.

At the same time, Maya was bypassing the area downstairs. It seemed like something was weighing on

her mind.

Blake, under her order, had investigated the background of students in every Music School one by one.

As long as the true Ms. Lane was enrolling in a Music School, Maya would be able to track her downone day.

It was only a matter of time.

After practicing piano, Mia left the building alongside Dana in the afternoon.

“I’m heading home for lunch. Let’s meet up next time.”

“Sure. Text me when you’re coming for practice again.”

Mia nodded and they went separate ways. Mia went home by cab.

As soon as she arrived home, Claude was there talking over the phone with Anthony on the couch.Noticing her arrival, Claude said, “Let’s wrap up this for now. Bye.”

Claude looked at her. “How’s the preparation going, Mia?”

“Good. I practiced piano this afternoon. I think I’m getting better.”

He smiled faintly. “Oh? Why don’t you play a piece for me.”

She did as requested. Although there was a lot of room for improvement before she reached the levelof a professional, she was content with her progress.

The next day, Mia went to college first thing in the morning. The music show held a weight of

significance.

Riley handed over the schedule to Mia, in which she was not surprised to see that name on the guestlist.

“Timothy Barrett”

Other than him, there was another familiar name.

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