"Ha ha ha, you're so mean. I think it's Jiang Siming."
"Hey, that's actually possible. Isn't Jiang Shen working on an album lately?"
"It'd be amazing if Jiang Siming came! His live singing is even better than Lin Sansui's!"
"Deng Qi and Jiang Siming have sung A Bridge of Fate together. It's especially beautiful."
"Do you think Deng Qi likes Jiang Siming? (Gossip flames)"
"That's for sure. Did you watch The Singer last year? The way Deng Qi looked at everyone else was completely different from the way she looked at Jiang Siming."
"Ah, I really want the two of them to get together too. They'd be a perfect match."
"Exactly. It'd be wonderful if they got together. A golden boy and jade girl, both talented and good-looking."
As the audience chatted, the discussion completely veered off topic.
This wait seemed unusually long. The dancers had already performed several numbers, yet no one had appeared.
At last, after waiting a little longer, just when everyone was growing impatient,
the lights on the stage suddenly went out, turning dim and hazy.
White mist formed from dry ice appeared onstage. Dry ice was common on many stages, so the audience wasn't particularly surprised.
What puzzled them was what song this was supposed to be. Why had the atmosphere suddenly become so strange, even faintly suggestive?
Then Deng Qi walked out from backstage, and the entire venue was dazzled!
Deng Qi had abandoned her beloved leather pants and given up her cropped tops that exposed her midriff. Instead, she had changed into Hanfu—a style no one had ever seen her wear before!
Ancient-style Hanfu!
This was truly Deng Qi's first time wearing it. Even her most devoted fans had absolutely never seen her in ancient clothing.
Pale-pink finery wrapped around her body, with