Fortunately, the twins were rather lively, so he did not feel too lonely along the way.
Zhao Bai found a U-shaped canyon with a huge boulder in the middle. Mountains surrounded it on three sides, making it a natural amplifier.
This was the place.
Zhao Bai stopped, a faint smile appearing on his face.
He turned around and coaxed them with a mix of pleading and persuasion.
"Although this is sudden, I've always been a die-hard fan of the Vodka Girls. I hope you can hold a concert just for me, right here, on this big rock. Okay?"
"Emmmm..."
Liliya looked somewhat confused.
Rosaliya was not a singing idol, but an acting idol.
She did not sing.
Why had a fan suddenly appeared out of nowhere?
He was obviously a fake fan.
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Even if he was a fake fan, he was still a fan.
Seeing how happy her sister looked, Liliya could not bear to expose him. She thought that, since they had no real fans anyway, she might as well let Zhao Bai pretend to be one and cheer Rosaliya up.
Wasn't that nice too?
The performance was ready. Though the rock walls were battered and crumbling, they were as grand as a golden theater.
Rosaliya raised her right hand over her head.
Zhao Bai immediately understood and began clapping.
The first note.
The dying Parvati screamed. When Shiva, ruler of night and dawn, was split in two, the half representing dawn rolled madly across the wilderness, its most agonized cries echoing throughout the plains.
Her singing was amplified by the rock walls and came howling like mountains collapsing and seas overturning. Zhao Bai's expression did not change as he continued to clap and cheer.
Her song spread through the entire forest.
It was like