Seeing Jun Wangchen standing beside her with an aggrieved look, Zi Hanyan glared fiercely at him and made a shushing gesture before turning her full attention back to the television.
On the screen, countless fans waved glow sticks and chanted He Zihan's name. Even through the screen, the electric atmosphere at the venue was palpable.
As He Zihan listened to the countless cheers from the audience, her first reaction was not joy, but uncertainty.
Judging by the atmosphere, today's performance of "Dusty World" had clearly been a success—an almost overwhelming success.
But she knew the song was not hers. A young man had helped rework it.
If she chose to say nothing, all the glory would belong to her. After tonight, her name would shine even brighter, perhaps far brighter than ever before.
But... she could not do that. The image of that laid-back young man had already been etched deep into her heart.
Only the "Dusty World" he played was the most emotionally rich version of the song!
At that thought, He Zihan seemed to make up her mind and gestured to the crowd.
In an instant, everyone fell silent, waiting for He Zihan to speak.
"First, I want to thank everyone for coming to my new song launch and listening to me sing. Seeing your happy smiles makes me very happy." Facing countless cameras, He Zihan gave a slight bow, then continued, "I'd like to ask you all something. Did you enjoy 'Dusty World'?"
"Yes! If this song existed back in ancient times, Zhuge Liang could've played it and had Sima Yi's hundred-thousand-strong army bouncing their legs nonstop. They'd have had no choice but to retreat!"
"Exactly! This song has such a great vibe. As a chef, I guarantee that anyone listening to it while cooking would feel