Outside the window, the moon had sunk to the west.
"Fangxin, how did the recording of your new song go yesterday? Everything smooth?"
"I only got one line of lyrics."
"What? Just one line of lyrics—how could the management do this?"
Chen Yinghan immediately frowned, her whole body trembling with anger.
"There's no choice, you know I can't sing or dance."
"You can dance decently enough, at least. Singing—well, you just can't keep the beat, it's the simplest thing."
Lv Fangxin listened to her friend's words, tears streaming down her face.
Even though she laughed and joked around in the recording studio, deep down, she felt incredibly upset. Though Ye Yuwei had tried to console her, she couldn't shake off the emotional knot inside.
"Yinghan, if we could form a group together, wouldn't that be amazing? Every time I dance, my heart pounds with anxiety."
"Fangxin, you need to grow strong from within. You'll have to stand on your own eventually."
