Chapter 242
She naturally perked up.
It felt like something I'd been waiting for.
The surrounding audience was in a frenzy.
Although those who could attend were all extraordinary in status and position, at this moment, they were just like ordinary audience members, their cheers rising in waves.
This excited her, and she sat up even straighter.
In fact.
These audience members weren't acting either.
Many people were already her fans before Eden was revealed to be Kiana's wives.
Some people started paying attention to Eden out of curiosity after she was exposed, then listened to her singing, became fans, and are now one of them.
If it's all an act.
It couldn't be hidden from anyone.
But it was a genuine expression of emotion!
This, on the contrary, made Kiana happy.
Because I like Eden, I like her.
She was happy that they loved Eden's singing voice so much.
High-ranking officials from various countries, many government officials, and especially the project team that organized the gala, all breathed a sigh of relief.
The live broadcast on the sky screen still showed bustling crowds and brightly lit streets.
It was as if everyone, from heaven to earth, was waiting for Eden to descend, and the atmosphere instantly reached its peak.
Eden!
Eden!
Eden!
"..."
The audience was still chanting. Very rhythmic! Very energetic!
As the hazy smoke billowed outside, like a fairytale world, the scene was dreamy and beautiful, and that graceful figure gradually came into everyone's view.
Noble and elegant, she wore a burgundy gown. The color seemed to perfectly complement her appearance.
This moment.
She is the most beautiful girl.
Like a finely brewed wine!
It is like the most translucent ruby.
The lights were dazzling.
The holographic projection seemed to transform the entire scene, turning it into a world of ice and snow.
The blue hue and the clear ice crystals, even though it was just a projection or a set design, seemed to instantly bring a blizzard, rustling and blowing, but it couldn't dampen the audience's enthusiasm; their cheers grew even louder.
"Everyone."
Eden raised his hand and pressed down lightly.
The entire venue seemed to be under control; everyone, without prior arrangement, politely and tacitly kept their mouths shut.
Suddenly, everything fell silent.
Only Eden's voice still echoes.
"To me, singing is both sacred and simple. The best songs are those that simply convey emotions."
"..."
"I had thought about what kind of artwork I should give her on her birthday night in order to convey the feelings that I had always kept hidden."
"..."
"I think there's no better gift, no more sincere emotion, than a girl's confession..."
"Therefore, with just this one song, tonight, in front of the whole world, and witnessed by everyone! I want to show her everything about me, the girl named Eden..."
"I hope she likes it!"
"..."
Eden!
Eden!
Eden!
Eden!
"..."
The audience started shouting again.
But as the song's intro began, it gradually subsided, and with the dimming lights, everything seemed to quiet down.
A hazy light, a blue light.
A misty, icy fog.
Like a dream.
That was undoubtedly a world of ice and frost, magnificent and beautiful.
Upon closer inspection.
The various ice and snow sculptures are all girls. From small to large, they seem to be scattered and not in any particular order, yet they also seem to follow a certain pattern, clustering around Eden.
Eden is like the only bright spot in the snow and ice.
The wine-red dress, though not as vibrant as flames, is still mellow and as fragrant as roses.
How special are the roses in winter?
That's all I saw at this point.
She spoke softly.
It resembles an opera, yet it also resembles a soft song.
/ah?/
/A beloved daughter?/
Can one find their own light in the darkness?
"..."
/Searching day after day?/
Can we find that touch of tenderness amidst our faltering steps?
"..."
/The child who sang incessantly, has she grown up?/
Like flowing water, she passed by, walked on, still searching, searching for her answer.
"..."
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234. Elysia: The clown is actually myself?
Right now.
Eden paused slightly.
The music continued.
She placed one hand on her high, firm breasts, and stretched the other hand slightly forward.
Deeply affectionate and gentle.
"There was once a girl... She was very intelligent. She possessed a beautiful singing voice bestowed by heaven, and an astonishingly abundant talent. Her perfect pitch destined her for an extraordinary and prodigious future in the music world..."
"She was also born into a musical family and had a naturally good upbringing."
"..."
"But who knows when!"
"She discovered it!"
"I can easily do things that others struggle for a long time to do, or even things that I may never be able to do."
"Composing music and singing, she always seemed to take it for granted, as if she were the best."
"..."
"Even her teachers and fellow music students, whether intentionally or unintentionally, elevated her to a higher level."
"..."
Everyone knows.
Eden was referring to herself.
This is her monologue.
It wasn't meant for them, but for Kiana.
This is like the most affectionate book ever written.
To Kiana.
Eden, a place imbued with artistic flair, uses the most artistic way to confess one's love to the person they love most in the world.
What a romantic thing that would be!
"The child is confused."
Looking back, there was no one else by her side, and no one else could accompany her.
"She seemed to have unknowingly fallen into an icy prison, wandering around, but unable to find the warmth she craved..."
"..."
"Eden ..." Elysia clasped her hands tightly to her chest, her eyes brimming with tears.
She had no idea that Eden had such a past.
Mobius chuckled softly.
"Isn't this a common flaw among geniuses?"
She brushed a strand of hair aside. "Instead, why should we geniuses care about the opinions of ordinary people? Why must we walk alongside ordinary people?"
She doesn't care about these things.
You can see it!
At this time.
Eden paced back and forth.
As she walked.
The sculptures began to melt and become real.
They have wine-red hair and delicate faces; the younger ones are all beauties, and the older ones are even more stunning.
Without a doubt.
That was a projection of Eden itself.
It represents her own appearance at various times, and even in Eden's opinion, what is representative of her own self.
Children's Eden, where joyful songs are sung.
As they grew a little older, they became somewhat lonely.