Shenghai Grand Theater
The rarely well-dressed Xiao Li was staring tearfully yet dazed at the stage.
Lan Yening's voice was utterly exquisite, reaching the pinnacle of beauty.
The sound reaching her ears felt like clouds drifting through the southern green hills and clear waters, twirling and winding in the breeze, penetrating into every cell of the listener's body, instantly opening the pores and delivering unparalleled delight.
Watching Lan Yening perform from backstage, Tong Jie couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
This Lan Yening possessed a talent so remarkable it could rival that of any renowned singer in the world.
A naturally gifted countertenor, with a vocal range spanning five octaves.
Standing there, performing, Lan Yening seemed like a finely tuned record player capable of producing the most sublime, ethereal sound.
Throughout the performance, his voice remained pure and light, free from even the slightest trace of strain.
