Love Began with the First Meeting

The audience applauded wildly at the end of the music. The rapturous response woke Molly up and ended Spark's reverie. He opened his eyes and looked at Molly.

"Sounds good?" Spark ignored the applause and simply asked Molly.

Molly nodded and said from the bottom of her heart,"It's divine. It's magnificent. I don't know much about music, but yours led me into fantasies. I think very few people can play the violin so well. What I've heard is not only your music, but also your dedication, love for music, and general attitude!"

Spark smiled. His smile was so charming yet arrogant at the same time. He had never been moved by anybody's feelings nor judgment before. But at that moment, he was. He looked at Molly one more time and asked,"Do you like the music?"

"Yes, I like it very much!" Molly smiled. "It made me feel so relaxed! All my unhappiness and depression are gone by the magic of your violin."

He put down the violin and walked up to Molly. He looked her in the eyes and felt that he had known her for a long time. His lips curved into a smile. "Since you like the music, I'd like to dedicate it to you. From now on, I will only play this piece exclusively for you!"

Eyes wide open, Molly raised her head slightly and looked at Spark. She had a feeling that Spark was not joking.

"Hey, it's such a masterful piece of music. Wouldn't it be too wasteful to play it just for me?" Molly asked politely. But she still felt strangely pleased.

"Of course not," Spark replied. It felt good sitting beside Molly and holding the violin in one hand. He raised his eyebrows and stole a glance at Molly once more. "It's you who brought the inspiration of this piece to me. I want to dedicate it to you as a gift."

Molly felt a little bit uncomfortable because of Spark's staring at her. She blinked innocently and said,"But I don't have any gifts for you."

an indifferent look,"It doesn't matter. Just because I sent you a gift doesn't mean that you have to send something back to

But after a short while, she thought it was quite a good name. Spark's music was as blissful as the warm afternoon breeze.

with his eyes gleaming and repeated,"The Summer

but she was not quite sure of the real meaning of it. However, later it became true that Spark only played the music for her

"Spark, Spark..."

Spark could do nothing but roll his eyes

caught

Why can't you let me alone for a while?" Spark frowned and

He glared at Molly, who was sitting beside Spark. He looked at her from head to toe for a while. Then he turned

Spark answered flatly. He turned to Molly and saw her curious expression. As if figuring out what Molly was wondering, Spark explained,"He is Manny,

Molly, and she had to restrain herself from

and said reluctantly,"Only Spark can call me Nanny. And you can only call

tells me to call you Nanny!" Molly

he saw Spark's fierce eyes, he ground his teeth and growled,"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to make

Spark

pile of scores scattered on the ground, Spark frowned and said,"Look at that pile. It's just