"Are you recording this?"
Ji Ailin snapped back to reality, "Uh... yes."
"Send me a copy."
"Sure."
Ji Ailin still gazed at the stand mic area where two songs had been sung, "Rongrong, tell me, why do I feel like crying?"
Wen Rong hesitated.
Why?
Because the most moving aspect of a song isn't the technique, but the emotion.
When lyrics reflect reality, it's a story filled with regrets, even for just the listener.
"When you were in the hospital, it wasn't so easy to empathize."
Ji Ailin couldn't help but laugh.
Saying this, Wen Rong shifted her gaze to the right.
She could see the side profile.
She really wanted to know what the other person was thinking at this very moment.
"What are you spacing out for? Applause, please."
Without a prior agreement, Fu Zili caught Tie Jun's eye, broke the silence, suppressed his tumultuous emotions, and raised his hands.
"Clap clap clap..."
The applause rang out like a dream coming to life.
