Terra Calendar, 1590.3.24.
Paris Hotel, Monte Carlo, Monaco.
A week had passed since the Youyang talent show first aired. In this competition, a contestant named "Franklin" had stood out from the crowd, taking first place on every chart by an overwhelming margin. His fans accounted for a staggering 80% of telephone votes, and TV Station No. 14, which broadcast the show, had even seen its ratings rise by several percentage points.
Today, the talent show's guest star had checked into the five-star hotel in Monte Carlo Square. Around a hundred people, men and women alike, were gathering in the square, holding white signs and pushing excitedly toward the hotel.
[Lily [heart], we love you!!!]
The crowd holding signs like these kept surging against the hotel's security guards, shouting at the top of their lungs:
"Lily!!!"
"Move aside! I want to go in."
The frenzied fans repeatedly charged the hotel, trying to force their way bodily through the wall of security guards carrying riot shields.
Inside a luxury room on the top floor of the Paris Hotel in Monte Carlo.
"Azib, why did you deliberately reveal my exact location? Those people outside are absolutely insane."
Wearing a form-fitting evening gown, Lily James stood by the window and glanced down at the rioting crowd with lingering fear on her face. Then she turned to complain to a beautiful woman in a pink dress floating before her.
Before Lily was a beautiful woman in a long dress. She wore a pink gown, its hem brushing lightly against her long legs and exuding elegance.
Her face was lovely, her delicate, budlike features forming a perfect picture. Her eyes were bright and clear, her long lashes curled upward, and her lips were rosy and enticing. Their slightly upturned curve made her look as though she