For her second competition, Ji Xiaosong was a little more composed than before.
By now, she had fans in the country. Under Luna's guidance, her fan base had been relatively well-behaved from the start.
Unsurprisingly, she won the championship.
The national finals were just half a month away.
The competition would be broadcast live in its entirety, so Ji Xiaosong underwent intensive training arranged by Luna.
「Before she left home.」
"Xiaosong, have you packed everything?"
Shen Fengming placed the neatly folded performance outfit into a silver suitcase, her fingers repeatedly stroking the satin fabric.
Ji Xiaosong, who was stuffing throat lozenges into her sheet music folder, looked up and smiled. "Mom, you've already checked three times."
She watched her mother tuck a thermos further into the side pocket and suddenly noticed the white hairs at her temples, glaringly bright in the morning light. A sharp sting hit the tip of her nose.
