The stage was bustling, the silk and bamboo music was melodious, while the audience below was quiet and silent, although there were countless listeners, there wasn't a single sound, strangely.
Despite the eerie scene, An Ran and An Lin looked at Feng Shuangshuang in front of them, still not making any rash moves, and Feng Shuangshuang was quite satisfied with their prudence.
She led An Ran and An Lin forward, found a vacant spot with no one sitting there, gently waved her hand at the table and chairs, then sat down, and simultaneously produced a plate of sunflower seeds and placed it on the table.
Picking up a handful of sunflower seeds to shell in her mouth, Feng Shuangshuang casually called to An Ran and An Lin behind her: "You two sit down and watch the opera together."
An Lin and An Ran looked back at the rows behind them, sitting motionless like dummies, not even turning their eyes, staring at the crowd on stage.
