People from all over the world stood up, offering warm applause to the girl at the center of the stage, like fleeting starlight in the night, surging at this moment.
No one noticed that the girl's hands had long clenched from pain. Tang Xin's face was pale as she slowly lifted her skirt and curtsied once more to the audience below the stage.
The girl had just forcibly used the gentle flow of water to cut and heal the long-damaged vocal cords. This kind of healing was like draining the pond to catch the fish, extremely short-lived like a firefly, and equally painful. The girl had almost exhausted her future, stubbornly finishing the song.
This was a song she wrote for all the ordinary people of the Star of Art.
It was also the final confession written for the blonde girl.
Representing her determination and many words she didn't have time to say.
