In the few seconds between the music, his thin lips suddenly approached the red microphone, looking at the person walking towards him, he called out in a deep, husky voice, "Lin Anxin."
That one call quieted the venue of tens of thousands.
As the music continued, he focused on the person on stage, whispering in a husky tone, "How many times do I have to tell you
How many times I want to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
Even if you cry, you're still beautiful
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
No matter rain or shine, through joy and sorrow, I will not leave
You're my downfall, you're my muse
You are my hesitation, my inspiration
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
You make me unable to concentrate, yet you're also my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you
I can't stop singing, the melody lingers in my heart
..."
Backstage was already in turmoil.
