When it came time for the real performance, Zhou Yun felt unexpectedly calm inside.
It was indeed still cold.
Especially the clothes she wore, they were not "warm" at all.
She draped a black, thick down jacket over herself, waiting for the staff to help adjust her earpiece and handed her the microphone.
Zheng Xiaojue suddenly widened her eyes: "Sister Xiao Yun, stop licking your lips, you're going to lick off all the lipstick you just applied!"
Zhou Yun realized it and was stunned with wide eyes.
Zheng Xiaojue took out the lipstick and reapplied it for Zhou Yun.
The host's voice was already ringing out in front of the stage.
Guided by the staff, Zhou Yun stood on the lifting platform.
It was time to go on stage.
Zheng Xiaojue: "Fighting! Sister Xiao Yun!"
The host had already left the stage.
Even below the stage, Zhou Yun could hear the cheers and screams from outside, swelling like a wave.
Song Chi was at the other end.
They could still see each other.
