The Broken String

Summary

When my childhood sweetheart, Leo, brought up that scholarship student for the third time, I teased him with a smile.

"Do you think she likes you or something?"

His expression turned serious, and he told me earnestly:

"Sarah, don't make jokes like that. She's different from us. Never look down on anyone who's working hard."

I pouted, feeling wronged.

In the end, they both went to the top music conservatory in the country together.

And I threw away my violin, went abroad, and switched to finance.

The battle between the Red Rose and the White Rose had long since become smoke and mirrors.