Memories flooded Ling Momo's mind once again, her eyelashes trembling ever so slightly, her complexion growing progressively paler. A sour bitterness churned in her throat, and she felt parched, her voice cracked unintentionally during the song, and upon seeing Lu Niange holding Jian Chenxi's hand, repeatedly squeezing it, her voice suddenly stopped....
The background music of "Qingcheng" was still playing.
The girl, however, clutched the microphone, standing there. Her large eyes, black as gemstones, were now dull, devoid of any luster.
A spotlight shone on her, making her delicately featured face look even paler.
Everyone present opened their eyes wide.
They looked puzzled at Ling Momo standing on the stage, then glanced around, not understanding what exactly had happened.
Jian Chenxi, sitting next to Lu Niange, had a flirtatiously charming demeanor. Looking at Ling Momo, she hooked her lips into a trace of a mocking smile.
Time ticked by.
