There was a very inexplicable reaction from Hua Ling when she heard Lin Qian's words.
Her lips trembled ever so slightly, and her eyes flared red, as if someone had just torn through the mask she had worked so hard to maintain.
But before she could muster a response, Lin Qian had already turned away.
Her heels clicked briskly against the floor as she walked off, the silky train of her baby-blue dress trailing behind her like flowing water.
She didn't even spare Hua Ling a backward glance.
It was as if Hua Ling's ugly, twisted expression didn't deserve to be seen.
The humiliation was stinging.
And Hua Ling—left alone in the corridor—felt her chest tighten with suppressed fury.
Just then, the booming voice of the emcee echoed throughout the stadium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grandest celebration of the year—the Blue Awards!"
The roar that followed was deafening.
The entire stadium, filled with tens of thousands of fans, erupted like a volcano.
