The audience suddenly went quiet, all eyes drawn to the front.
A lovely, fragrant figure hurried over, keeping her back bent. She squeezed in next to the man, patted her chest, and stuck out her tongue with a smile. "Phew, I'm not late—"
The rest of her sentence was cut short by the man's frigid glare. She had no choice but to begrudgingly settle down and watch the show in silence.
A sly glint flashed in Xia Zhaoyun's eyes. 'The main character has arrived!'
The concert certainly lived up to its hype. It wasn't just the lead singer and principal dancer who were exceptional; even the musicians and backup dancers possessed profound skill—any one of them could have been an instructor in a professional arts troupe.
The performance they created together was a rare cultural feast. It was so immersive that you forgot your surroundings, your entire being submerged in an ocean of joy and satisfaction.
