It could be said that Taylor Swift had helped Lin Yuan weather this public relations crisis by sacrificing her musical persona.
Only now did Lin Yuan finally connect all the dots—no wonder Liu Yifei had said on the train, "Wait, maybe there'll be a turning point."
This turning point was no accident. Taylor Swift had turned the situation around in her own way.
No wonder Liu Yifei had agreed to let Taylor Swift appear on the train, then deliberately found an excuse not to show up tonight.
Taylor Swift had given so much. She deserved something in return.
This was her moment. No one should disturb it.
Onstage, Taylor Swift slowly rose from the piano bench, tightened her grip on the microphone, and spoke in a soft yet resolute voice:
"I wrote this song two years ago, but I never dared sing it for him.
Tonight, please allow me to be selfish just once.
If this has caused any trouble for my fans, I apologize."
The audience instantly erupted, their screams surging like a tidal wave:
"Taylor Swift, you don't need to apologize! There's nothing wrong with loving someone!"
"Who is this person? Is it Lin Yuan?"
"We want to hear more of the story!"
"Tell us! How did that person capture your heart?"
Taylor Swift held the microphone, her eyes filled with memories.
"The first time I saw him, he was only a brand-new actor whose first movie had just been released."
"That day, I was performing before a Philadelphia 76ers game, and they played a promotional clip for his movie on the court."
"His handsome face and his graceful, free-flowing swordsmanship deeply moved me. I became his most die-hard fan."
Hearing Taylor Swift's words, quite a few longtime fans in the audience spoke up.
"As an old-school die-hard