Below the stage, the audience's emotions were like ignited flames, scorching and tense.
Cuicui's hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white from exertion, worry clouding her brows like dark clouds, her eyes full of concern for Feng Yuhuai.
Zhang Liyou's eyes were wide open, as if trying to take in the entire ring. Her fists also clenched unconsciously, with each heartbeat accompanying the tremor at her fingertips.
Feng Ju's face was as stiff as iron, his mechanical-like fists making a faint yet piercing creaking sound from the excessive force.
In his heart, the beautiful fantasy he once had—the Filial Daughter triumphing in the competition, surrounded by waves of applause—was now like fragile bubbles, teetering on the brink of being shattered under Tian Xiaohai's fists, ready to vanish without a trace at any moment.
