This is her secret weapon.
Ever since she was a child, whenever she felt the most afraid or helpless, as long as she nestled in Xia Ye's embrace, Lu Yinxing felt at peace.
Even when utterly exhausted, she always found strength.
Lu Yinxing took a deep breath, let go of Xia Ye: "Alright, let's go in."
When Lu Yinxing stepped onto the stage,
she saw the countless figures and glow sticks below.
For a moment, she felt dizzy.
But she closed her eyes.
In her mind appeared the scene of standing on the rooftop just now.
Her whole being seemed to gradually calm down.
Lu Yinxing began to sing.
The once cheering and jubilant hall suddenly quieted down.
A heavenly voice seemed to come from afar, lingering above.
Lu Yinxing's voice was pure and ethereal, captivating, reminding one of doves resting outside a chapel.
Gradually, her ethereal singing fused with rock music.
The atmosphere gradually became lively...
Lu Yinxing found this feeling very intriguing.
