After all, everyone here was a Ye Chen fan, so they were all friends. It was only right for friends to lend a hand when they could.
Very soon, the third lucky fan was invited on mic.
Once the call connected, the third lucky fan was a long-haired girl with fair, delicate features, eyes reddened from crying like a little rabbit's.
The long-haired girl wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue. Crying and smiling at the same time, she spoke in a slightly hoarse, tearful voice, "Hello, Ye Chen. I really like you, and I really like your songs. I'm so happy and excited to have become a lucky fan, but I just went through a breakup. Then I listened to your song just now and couldn't hold back my tears."
"It's okay. That's understandable. Thank you for liking me. Is there a story you'd like to share with everyone?" Ye Chen asked with a smile.
The long-haired girl nodded. "Mm... then I'll talk about my relationship story. And while I'm at it, I want to use your song to ask him something.
Why was it that when that girl texted me, he didn't explain anything? He didn't even fart—he just lowered his head and stayed silent?
Why was I no longer his only happiness?
Why did he betray me?
Why did we, who used to be so good together, become like this?
Maybe the love I gave him was too free.
I don't know whether I should believe that he really loved me, or that he no longer even wanted to brush me off, or that he had already stopped wanting to salvage anything.
Obviously, he was the one who pursued me first. I still remember my birthday that year. The starry sky was brilliant, and he