When the song ended, the entire studio fell into dead silence. Everyone stared blankly at Qian Ning's peerlessly beautiful face under the spotlight, intoxicated by the lingering echo of her voice, to the point that they all forgot what they were supposed to be doing.
The lights forgot to come on, the band forgot the music, the host was still kneeling there with eyes full of devotion, and the audience forgot to applaud. Everyone just gazed, dazed, at Jinli Qianning on the stage.
At this moment, her bright eyes were limpid and pure, glittering like a skyful of stars, yet they did not soften because of the crowd's shock. Instead, they grew even colder, flagrantly flaunting that solitary pride, as if she stood at the very summit, looking down on all lives.
It inexplicably evoked a sense of distance—something that could only be admired from afar, impossible to approach.
