Their seats were in the very front row, the VVIP spots Fang Lixiang had managed to snag. With a bit of a stretch, one could even touch the stage.
The stadium was open-air, and on such a chilly winter night, it was still incredibly warm with fans steadily streaming in. The stage was in the middle, surrounded by tiered stands that rose higher and higher. Looking from Zhou Xufang's point of view, there was a sea of green in all directions.
After being inside for over twenty minutes, it got rather hot and she took off her scarf. Jiang Zhi held it for her.
As the opening music began, a wave of screams followed. The lights all converged on one spot, and the lift slowly rose with a slender, delicate-looking young man with a guitar on his back appearing. He was dressed in a clean, white suit, his eyes frosty, carrying a touch of coolness. He was not one to smile much, pale and fragile.
Fans screamed hysterically, from chaotic to uniform.
"Xiao Yusheng!"
"Xiao Yusheng!"
"Xiao Yusheng!"
