It was made of maple with a refined texture.
When the violin was handed to me, Vincent touched my head with a smile.
"Kara Bell, you will definitely be the best violinist when you grow up."
Back to reality, he cast his gaze on the exquisitely crafted violin with a sarcastic smile.
The next second, Vincent threw the violin to the ground heavily, and the body of the violin was crushed.
The wood cracked, and the smell of pine filled my nose.
Seeing the mess on the ground, I picked up its broken body with trembling hands, trying to piece together what I cherished so much.
Yet, the broken wood shattered into sharp spikes and could not be put back together.
Standing there and staring at me, Vincent hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, he was interrupted by a ringing sound.
I clearly heard Jean's sweet voice on the phone.
"Vincent, the mentor only takes one student to perform abroad this time. If Kara goes, I can't go."
"Don't worry, I'll make her quit."
"Vincent, you are so nice to me, but will Kara be sad?"
"A person who is fostered in my home is not worthy of your concern."
Jean was very satisfied and said some witty remarks, which made Vincent's mood improve a lot.