Chapter 161 

Istfed a laugh 

How could I be warm when the air conditioning was blowing full blast? 

The warrior, determined to be useful, grabbed a few flyers from the hall and started fanning me vigorously, much to Rolin’s amusement, 

My hair wipped in the wind as I raised a hand to hold it down. 

“Thanks.” I said with a helpless smile, but I’m fine, really.” 

concert began som after, and I signaled for the warriors to be quiet. 

Ahuah fell over the hall as a woman in a flowing, elegant gown walked onto the stage. 

She gave a graceful bow before sitting at the piano. 

The first few notes filled the air, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. 

Elegy for a Lost Love was the second–to–last piece on the program, and from the first chord, I could tell the pianist was fully immersed in the music. 

As her fingers danced across the keys, the haunting melody enveloped the hall, pulling at every heartstring. 

The emotion in her playing was palpable, and I found myself on the verge of tears. 

The way the music swelled, the rise and fall of each phrase–it was like the story of a love that had faded but still left a mark. 

I wasn’t alone in my reaction. 

The audience around me was equally mesmerized, some quietly wiping away tears. 

I was so lost in the beauty of the performance that I didn’t notice Rolin stealing glances at me, his eyes softened with affection. 

When the final note lingered in the air, I exhaled, feeling both awed and emotionally drained. 

As the applause filled the hall, Rolin leaned over and whispered, “Shall we head back?“ 

1 Ludded 

1 Lodded, eager to capture the inspiration that had struck me during the performance. 

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Rolin, ever the gentleman, flagged down a car for me and watched as I climbed in. 

“Get some rest,” he said softly, waving as I left. 

When I arrived at the hotel, I wasted no time. I sat down at the piano in my room, still buzzing with the emotion I had just experienced. 

I pressed my fingers to the keys and began to play, letting the music flow out of me. 

The notes floated in the air, soft and delicate at first, before swelling into something more profound. 

My fingers moved with grace, each key struck with intention, but despite the beauty of the melody, something felt… off. 

The more I played, the more I realized that what I was creating was a mere outline of the piece I had just heard. 

I had the right notes, the right rhythm, but it lacked the depth, the soul that had moved me earlier. 

I sighed, stopping abruptly. This isn’t it,” I muttered to myself, frustration creeping in. 

1 stood up, taking a deep breath before heading to the shower. 

The hot water washed away the tension in my muscles, but it couldn’t erase the dissatisfaction I felt with my performance. 

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After I Amazed the World, the Cold Alpha Regretted 

Chapter 161 

Wrapped in a towel, I collapsed onto the bed, still replaying the concert in my mind. 

I put on the recordings of other musicians playing “Elegy for a Lost Love and listened intently, trying to understand what I was missing. 

Exhaustion soon took over, and it didn’t take long for sleep to claim me. 

In my dream, I was transported back to that terrifying day when Leo had pushed me into his car, shielding me from the thugs who had taken us hostage, 

But this time, the memory twisted. 

The bullet that had only grazed his arm in real life now pierced his chest. 

I watched in horror as Leo stumbled, blood spreading across his shirt, his eyes wide with shock before he collapsed to the ground. 

Teamed, rushing to him, but my voice seemed to echo in the void, unheard. 

At the end of his life, Leo’s bloodstained hand gripped my wrist tightly as he asked in a broken voice. 

“Now 

…..are you willing to forgive me?” 

I watched in horror as Leo collapsed in front of me, his body crumpling to the floor, blood pooling rapidly around him. 

It felt as though the world had stopped in that instant. 

My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel a searing pain surge through my chest. 

We were bonded, mates, and no matter how complicated my feelings for him had become, the thought of losing him like this was unbearable. 

My body trembled as the agony of our connection being severed echoed inside me. 

My eyes snapped open. The ceiling above me blurred for a moment as I tried to process where I was. 

It was just a nightmare. I took a deep breath, pushing away the lingering sense of dread that clung to me. 

The room was dim, silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. 

I pulled the covers off and slid out of bed, my bare feet making a soft sound on the cold floor as I walked to the window. 

Pulling back the curtains, I gazed outside at the cityscape. 

Even at this late hour, lights flickered in windows, and distant sounds of activity echoed through the streets. 

But despite the lively scene, I felt a profound loneliness. 

The emotions from my nightmare still clung to me, but strangely, they also brought clarity. 

As I stood there, staring out into the night, I felt like I had touched something essential–the emotion I needed for *Elegy for a Lost Love“. 

I didn’t know how long I stood there, lost in thought, but the sudden, sharp ringing of the doorbell jolted me back to reality. 

In the stillness of the night, the sound was eerie, slicing through the silence. 

My heart raced. I approached the door cautiously, my body tense as I held my breath. 

“Who is it?” I called out, my voice steady but guarded.