6.9 Chords of Contrition

Shaifeng's gaze lingered on Cass, uncertainty clouding his thoughts. He couldn't shake off the realization of how mistaken he had been about Cass's talents. No wonder Cass had been laughing earlier—it all made sense now.

The most astonishing part was that Cass had composed the symphony in just a day, starting after their recent encounter and completing it today. It was a testament to Cass's genius.

"Hey, Cass?" Shaifeng called out tentatively.

Cass remained focused on his cell phone, seemingly ignoring Shaifeng's attempt to communicate. Shaifeng pressed on, "I'm sorry for what I said. You were right; I didn't have a clue what I was talking about."