Chapter 158 The Music - Summer Breeze (Part Two)

"I'm so sorry to tell you that..." Molly remarked with a fake smile,"just because I know who you are
doesn't mean I'll go anywhere with you!"

With teeth gritted, Molly swung her arm, trying to shake him off. When she turned around and intended
to leave, an eerie screech stopped her dead. It turned out she had walked on the driveway without
knowing.

"Jesus Christ!"

With a split second to save her life, Spark yanked her back so forcefully they both tumbled and rolled
on the side. The car swooshed past, blaring its horn and leaving a powerful gust of wind, smoke, and
dust. They both coughed as they picked themselves up. Cold beads of sweat broke on Molly's face as
she dusted herself. She was utterly speechless.

"Mol, even if you don't want to go with me, you don't have to commit suicide, do you?" At the sight of
frightened Molly, who was still suffering from the shock, Spark curled his lip evilly and the look in his
eyes became deep.

Molly's heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird, feeling like it would pump itself out of the chest.
She looked him straight in the eyes and snarled,"I'm not familiar with you. Don't call me Mol..."

"It takes merely a while to get to know each other!" Spark seemed to have no idea what Molly was
talking about. Instead, he pulled her forward again. "I'm composing a piece of music, but I've hit a
writer's block, and I can't figure out what to do next. So do me a favor, please!"

After Spark's persistent begging and pleading, Molly followed on, although halfhearted. She was in a
foul mood, but she allowed him to tag her along. "Hey, are you a musician?"

"Me?" Spark raised his eyebrows and asked. "You think I look like a musician?"



"No, I don't!" Molly also raised her eyebrows. "You're like an underdog who thinks he didn't get what he
wanted!"

Spark frowned on hearing what Molly had said. He stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. There was
mock disdain written on her face. But he didn't get annoyed. Instead, he wanted to play tricks on her.

"How can you tell?" Spark shrugged his shoulders, and the pride on his face showed a hint of sadness.
He looked as if he had gone through hardship and lost his confidence.

A pang of guilt slid across Molly's heart when she saw Spark's expression of sadness. She tried to
comfort him,"I was only kidding. You played the violin very well. I mean I don't think you are far off from
the finest international musicians. All you need is just an opportunity."

"Really? Do you think so?" Spark's expression was even more dispirited. "I know, you're just comforting
me... Nobody likes to hear me play the violin. They all think that I have some mental problems. So I
chose to play for the ants instead."

"Nobody likes to hear you play the violin? How come?" It moved Molly to hear him say that. "In all
honesty, you're quite a good violinist. You know what? When I met you, I was in a terrible mood. But
when I heard you play, it lifted my spirits in a moment."

"Really?" The look on Spark's face seemed to show that he didn't quite believe what Molly had said.

"Yes, I'm serious!" To emphasize her deep sincerity, Molly nodded.

"But... I asked you to come along, and you didn't want to!"

"I said no because you didn't say you were looking for inspiration to beat the writer's block and
compose a piece! "

"Then what do you say now?" A dash of hope showed in Spark's eyes as he looked at Molly.



For a moment, Molly looked at Spark in silence. She tried to understand him, but she was already
moved.

"Let me find inspirations with you!" Molly said slowly and firmly.

Spark pretended to be touched. However, a sly smile appeared on his face. He looked at Molly and
thought to himself, 'What an interesting and innocent girl! She would possibly be sold without realizing
it and still be counting money for her smugglers.'

Finally, Molly accompanied Spark to a nearby park. But when she saw Spark hurriedly spread all the
music scores on the ground, she felt something off. She began to suspect that she had been fooled.

Not to mean that Spark was not a good musician. No! She felt cheated... because Spark pretended to
be pitiful to get her sympathy.

Spark was serious about music. After he found the music score he wanted, he took a brief look at it and
then auditioned it with the violin. Molly sat on a bench and look at him. The sunshine in the afternoon
was warm with a little breeze...

The music he played was therapeutic and heavenly. Molly was completely blown away into a blissful
reverie by his music. She closed her eyes and enjoyed this moment...

Warm sunshine, soft breeze and pleasant music... Although there were no flowers in bloom, Molly
seemed to smell the fragrance from a sea of flowers. Under the sun, the purple lavender raised a wave
with the wind blowing. Molly stood in the middle of the sea with a white dress, stretching her arms and
savoring the heavenly bliss.

Spark keenly followed Molly's enjoyment. The melody transitioned from fast to soft, moving in sync with
the soft afternoon breeze.



In a beautiful smile, Molly's lips curved. Her many years' hustle and bustle, plus her recent misfortunes
seemed to dissipate.

The sound of the violin attracted people walking through the park in the afternoon. They all stood some
distance to relish the music. They were also careful not to disturb the peace.

Before their eyes, Spark and Molly were like two stars in a movie poster. One was playing the violin
elegantly, and the other was sitting on a bench casually. With open arms and a smile on the corners of
her mouth, Molly closed her eyes and raised her head in pleasure.

Every piece of music has the last bar, no matter how beautiful the music is. When Spark finished
playing the last bar, he closed his eyes, the violin still tucked in his neck. He was thoroughly immersed
in his music when he slowly lowered his hand with the violin bow. And then, he curled up his lips slowly.


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