Even though the Emperor has no concubines around him, he only visits her once a month!
The only thing she can do is to force a smile and try to create a relaxed atmosphere when he cos to her.
A feeling of ho ...
She can only feel it when he is around!
He said he liked the feeling of ho, but why wouldn’t he give her one?
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Ti flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.
A television station’s singing competition started with the top ten knockout rounds.
The fiery atmosphere, the deafening cheers, the uproar in the auditorium.
Chenxing sat backstage, typing a ssage: "Has Shaocheng arrived?"
A prompt ding sound: "Not yet."
"Chenxing, it will be your turn in two minutes. Get ready," the director’s voice ca through her headphones.
She held her phone tightly and wanted to call him. Soone took her phone away and pushed her onto the lifting platform: "Chenxing, stop dawdling. I will hold onto your phone. Get ready. You’re running out of ti."
"I...I need to make a call."
"No ti for a call now," the other person patted her shoulder: "Don’t be nervous. It’s not your first ti being on stage, believe in yourself, good luck!"
Chenxing was pushed onto the elevator platform. The director’s voice continued to co from her headphones: "Chenxing, get in position—countdown begins."
The previous contestant was on stage, and the judges had already given her scores.
"5—4—3—2—1—"
"Chenxing... Chenxing... Chenxing..." Her fans waved the star signs high in the air, supporting her. Chenxing slowly walked out from the elevator platform, wearing a gentle smile. The stage was dimly lit with lights constantly shifting their angles, casting large and small circles of light.
SweetHeart
I never have told you
How much I love you
How much I care
Loving you
So beautiful
Loving you...
The song began with a small rap, low and dreamy, like a prelude to the song and a voice from her heart. She wanted to tell him, but he wasn’t there.
This song was widely loved and known for its challenging high pitches. The woman, sat quietly as if she had isolated herself from everyone. When she stood up, her high pitch hit its peak, she was in tears. Every word in "Loving you" was sung from the depth of her heart, bringing tears to her eyes. The audience couldn’t help but wish to hold her and comfort her.
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