Chapter 1

My boyfriend was known as a piano prodigy.

He sent a video of me practicing violin to the newly transferred rich girl.

"So annoying. With this level of skill, she still wants me to accompany her."

Rich girl: "Haha, she looks so stupid. How dare she?"

"You're still going to accompany her? Aren't you afraid she'll hold you back?"

My boyfriend replied: "It's really embarrassing."

Later, after I won an award, he knelt down and begged to accompany me.

I calmly walked past him and said coldly:

"Being in the same space as you makes me feel embarrassed."

My mom died in a car accident on the day of my stage performance, which caused me to develop panic attacks.

Whenever I was about to perform on stage, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Because of this, I planned to give up the violin.

It was my boyfriend, Lucas Foster, who encouraged me.

He said he would always be on stage with me, accompanying me until the day I got better.

With his encouragement, I signed up for the school's talent show.

I heard that the first-place winner would get a spot in the national competition.

For this, Lucas and I practiced piano and violin concertos every day.

With our perfect coordination, I regained confidence and even thought I could win first place.

However, on the night before the talent show, I saw the video he sent to Vanessa Summers, the newly transferred rich girl.

It was from when I first tried to perform on the street to overcome my panic attacks.

This was actually Lucas's suggestion.

He said it was called exposure therapy.

While I was playing the violin, he was recording nearby.

He said we could review it later, so I would get better each time.

In the video, as more and more people gathered to watch, my panic attack started.

My face turned pale, I was breathing heavily, and the melody I played was completely out of tune.

But Lucas told me I had to persist, to finish playing a song no matter what.

Amidst the noisy clamor, I felt like a fish struggling to survive on a chopping board.

Finally, I fainted on the roadside due to difficulty breathing.

If it weren't for a doctor in the crowd who performed first aid, I might have died from suffocation.

Therefore, that night became a memory I didn't want to recall.

I thought Lucas had deleted the video.

I never expected he would keep it and send it to Vanessa.

"So annoying, with this level of skill, I still have to accompany her tomorrow."

Vanessa sent a row of laughing emojis.

"Haha, she looks so stupid. How dare she? Don't you agree?"

"[Bitter smile jpg] I hope nothing goes wrong, or it would be really embarrassing."