"National Music will survive..."
For some reason, despite the moving music on stage and the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the spectators who had just listened intently to his words felt an inexplicable tightness in their chests.
It was as if they sensed something important slipping away.
Or as if they were experiencing that profound helplessness of witnessing a momentous event unfold, powerless to intervene.
Or perhaps, it was a mysterious sense of mission, tinged with desolation.
"OHHH!!"
"AH! It sounds so good!"
"President Xu is President Xu; her Singing Skills are unbeatable!"
"Hahaha, that scene just now was too beautiful, I captured it!"
"You really have to hear music live; this feeling is just too amazing!"
A girl who had never studied music but simply enjoyed it gazed blankly at the cheering crowd as the previous song ended.
