Su Ningwei also brought Ye Chen some tea to soothe his throat and asked with concern, "A-Chen, are you tired?"
"Not at all. Why aren't you watching the show?" Ye Chen sat in his chair, took a sip of the throat-soothing tea Su Ningwei had brought him, and replied.
Su Ningwei smiled. "There's a long costume change this time, so I came down to check on you—and to tell you how amazing you've been today! The song you created on the spot was incredible, too. You're so talented!"
"Thanks for the praise!" Ye Chen replied with a smile, listening to Cen Heshu sing onstage. He was very pleased.
His chosen singer certainly hadn't disappointed him. He sang beautifully.
It was his first time performing on such a huge stage, yet he was already so steady. He wasn't nervous at all. He really was a promising talent.
The moment Cen Heshu began singing, the audience was stunned by his voice and the beautiful song.
The show had only just begun, and it was already this amazing. The tickets were worth every penny.
Cen Heshu sang with all his heart onstage: "At the funeral of roses~ I bury the memories of you~ My hands feel numb~ I can't help myself~ I can no longer hold on to you~~~ So~ beautiful~ that day's fireworks~ falling like rain~ I said I'd marry you in your floral dress~~~~..."
The livestream chat exploded again.
"Oh my god! No wonder it's made and handpicked by Ye Chen. This is incredible!"
"Cen Heshu is so handsome and refined, and his voice is so distinctive and clear. 'Funeral of Roses' is such a great song, too. I'm a fan, I'm a fan!"
"Of course! Ye Chen picked him out on the livestream. I've been a fan for ages. I