A Russian rich girl who was a painter, a rock singer, and a female CEO—did you like her?
The Third Herrscher pointed one hand at the sky.
"Jump!"
The Third Herrscher leaped like a dancing sprite. The audience jumped along with her, and the ground shook beneath the feverish atmosphere.
It was intense.
It felt as though one could sense those fiery, burning emotions.
Zhao Bai noticed that every time the Third Herrscher jumped, her gaze remained fixed on him. It made him feel somewhat guilty, as if he had incurred some terrible romantic debt. The pressure was immense.
Better not.
The atmosphere gradually reached its peak. The Third Herrscher tossed aside her guitar, took out a shamisen, a traditional instrument from the Far East, and began to play "Ninety-Nine Stars Descend." The impassioned melody rose higher and higher, moving toward its final conclusion.
Zhao Bai felt as though he had just watched a professional rock concert—and a free one at that.
He watched the rock concert progress from its opening to its finale. Its atmosphere had all the proper rises and turns, utterly professional. Just as he was savoring the experience, he suddenly saw Rosaliya pull Liliya off the stage. She seemed to have been humbled by comparison.
Rosaliya had always been pursuing the path of an idol.
Now, she had finally found one.
When an opponent stood on the same level as her, Rosaliya would be competitive and give it her all to contend with them. But when the gap between them was too great, all she felt was admiration, unable to summon even the slightest desire to resist.
Sister Mei was too strong.
Though that person had nothing in common with the usual Sister Mei, she shone so brilliantly, like an exploding supernova.
But admiration was still