Seated in the dim bar, Mo Chen gazed intently at the figure shimmering under the spotlight on stage, utterly mesmerized.
Today was January 3rd, and the official Interstellar holiday period had not yet ended.
Everyone was out and about, traveling and having fun as if to make up for lost time, and bars were the top choice for entertainment.
So, to attract more customers to the Night Bar, Jiang Qin had specifically chosen today to come back and perform for a bit.
At that moment, she was on stage playing the piano, dressed in a pure white turtleneck sweater, a coat, and jeans.
"Feel the fingertips that pause at the ends of my hair
How in a flash, they freeze all of time
Remember the determined eyes that gaze upon me
Perhaps there is no tomorrow..."
All the lights in the room converged on her.
The twinkling specks of light were like stars, creating a dreamlike, ethereal scene.
