"Does anyone still remember that midsummer year,"
"Beneath the parasol tree, the wish that was made,"
"Seems like everyone is different, but definitely not brooding over money... AH! AH!"
It's uncertain if it resonated with the audience's hearts, but her rendition of "Passing By" left tears streaming down their faces. That final high note, in particular, was like both a question and a defiant cry.
After finishing, Xu Qingqiu quickly moved the microphone away, afraid her breathing might be picked up. This part had been challenging for her. Considering she had never sung such high notes before, she still felt uncertain inside, even though she had practiced several times.
But this was a competition, where everyone was giving it their all. Why would she be here if not to try her hardest? Just to go through the motions?
