The music had ended, yet no one left. Everyone silently watched the stage, not making a single sound, afraid of startling away that lingering, unfinished feeling.
At this moment, Moya, one of the main figures in this affair, appeared before the audience at the front of the stage. As for the other main figure, Shalan, she understood that she had been completely defeated this time. Now, she hoped for only one thing—
The Zhen Xiaoyan before her was fake!!
If not, then she could only accept Zhen Xiaoyan sharing Moya with her. She hoped that her place in Moya's heart would absolutely not be lower than Zhen Xiaoyan's.
But after this, many people would surely know the outcome!
And so, beneath the blessings of the entire crowd, Zhen Xiaoyan and Moya looked at each other, simply looking...
Time passed bit by bit!
Hey, hey, would you two move already? Ten minutes had passed—you should have had enough of staring by now!!
"Fatty, go! You endured so much for this day, for this very moment, didn't you?" Ye Lang watched Zhen Xiaoyan standing on the stage without walking toward Moya. Her gaze kept drifting toward him, as though seeking his permission.
Perhaps it was because, during this period, Zhen Xiaoyan had needed Ye Lang's approval for nearly everything, and had grown accustomed to it. Even when doing something for herself, she still had to look to Ye Lang's wishes.
Perhaps she was a little at a loss over this outcome. Though she had long hoped for such a result, when it truly arrived, she hesitated and felt afraid. That, too, was only human nature.
Perhaps it was because of other perhapses—perhapses even she herself did not understand...
"I... I'm going over..." Zhen Xiaoyan continued looking at Ye Lang. After a while,