Wo wei ni xie de,โ he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. โYou โ made something for me?โ Tessa asked. โI wrote something for you,โ he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.