Her clear voice joined in, riding above the sea of cheers.
The fans screamed, waving their glowing sticks and phones, jumping in sync with the beat.
As Lin Qian moved toward the stage, entire sections of the audience stood, following the goofy little dance.
Hands raised. Feet stomping. Everyone hopping left and right like children at recess.
The sight was absurd.
And yet—utterly magical.
She laughed, the sound carrying over the melody, and twirled in her long blue gown. The fabric shimmered with each step, hugging her curves, then flaring slightly as she spun.
Every motion made the gown ripple like water, highlighting the graceful lines of her body.
The crowd went wild.
Lin Qian couldn't resist. Between lyrics, she did the silly dance her fans had created online—knees knocking together, arms waving loosely in circles, her hips swinging side to side.
It was ridiculous.
But the way she did it, full of energy, laughter spilling from her lips, it became mesmerizing.
