Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

The moment Yvelle saw the woman in the video, she was reminded of when Yara when the latter had been younger.

As a child, Yvette had admired Yara, who had debuted as a ballet performer. She used to secretly watch videos of Yara dancing. "Boss, are you done? What do you think?" Cynthia asked.

Coming to her senses, Yvette assumed she might've mistaken Zoey for someone else. "It's pretty decent, but I'd still like to wait."

"Alright, I'll save their contact information."

"Okay." Yvette then hung up.

She didn't dare rewatch the video. The moment it played, she got flashbacks of her childhood. She recalled how she had told Yara she had wanted to learn ballet, only to have the latter sneer at her.

"Why should a deaf person like you learn ballet? Can you hear the rhythm? Can you keep up with it? Don't humiliate me." Despite that, Yvette had gone on the stage and won countless awards. However, Yara had never complimented her once.

"Why are you even working so hard? Some achievements aren't just accomplished with hard work alone. Understood?"

Yara had eyed her disdainfully. "A disabled person like you should just do what other disabled people do. Stop fantasizing about instant success-you don't deserve to dance."

Even though Yara had continuously tried to suppress her, Yvette had never given up ballet.

Until one particular day, when she had gone to a national ballet competition. During her break, someone had stolen her hearing aids.

Yvette had only been able to hear distorted noises around her instead of the song. Because of that, she had ended up making a lot of mistakes and had been eliminated. Back home, Yara had cut her tutu to pieces and thrown her ballet flats in the trash

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“There's no need for you to learn ballet anymore. I'll break your legs if I catch you dancing again."

Thinking about the past, Yvette curled up and trembled. There were wounds from the past that were just too difficult to heal.

In the music room, Yvette was deep in thought, thinking about Yara's snide remarks in the past. She didn't notice a figure coming in. "Yvvy."

The familiar voice brought her back to the present. She turned to gaze at Xavier. Why are you here?" she croaked.

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Xavier felt his way to the piano and sat down. As Yvette gazed at him in shock, he placed his fingers on the piano keys.

Despite losing his memory, he played a dulcet melody by instinct.

Stunned, Yvette glanced at him. "You know how to play the piano?"

In the past, Xavier had told her that she had played it noisily. She had thought that he didn't know how to play the piano.

When he was done playing, he stopped. "Not really."

He continued to play other songs. Yvette realized that it was the song she had written recently. He had remembered the tune just by listening to it a few times.

While playing, Xavier pointed out the parts that Yvette also thought needed fixing.

"I think you'll have to change things up here."

When he had made amends, the parts sounded right to her. At that moment, she couldn't help but change her mind about him. Some people were born talented, but he had truly relied on himself. Yvette immediately amended the mistakes. With Xavier's help, she miraculously fixed all the problems before dinnertime.

"Have you really lost your memory?" Yvette gazed at him in disbelief.