Somehow, the news got out.
Ji Youyou's fan group chat erupted:
[I heard Sister Youyou has a sore throat. Is tomorrow's performance going to be canceled?]
[For real? I already bought my high-speed rail ticket!]
[Her health comes first. I hope Sister Youyou doesn't push herself.]
[Sigh, we waited so long for her comeback...]
Every message was like a knife twisting in Ji Youyou's heart.
She was curled up on the sofa, the light from her phone screen reflecting in her red-rimmed eyes.
Ji Feng paced back and forth in the living room, then suddenly stopped. "Why not just lip-sync? It's just a promotional event for a jewelry store, not a professional concert."
Ji Youyou's head snapped up, and she shook it forcefully.
'She would rather cancel the show than ever deceive her fans.'
Just as the atmosphere grew unbearably tense, Ji Youyou suddenly thought of something, grabbing her phone and dialing a number.
"Hello, Dr. Li..." Her voice was so hoarse it was almost unintelligible.
