The lights shimmered, and the crowd was in fervent agitation.
Li Jiaqi, who was on the verge of fainting, felt someone grasp her hands. Those hands were so gentle, radiating a trace of warmth, and reignited the strength she needed to face the world.
Raising her head amidst the chaos, she saw the pair of eyes that had given her the courage to live that night.
"Jiaqi, say something to your supporters! Today will be a day in Hanoi that you'll never forget." Lu Bingbing's gaze seemed to pierce directly into Li Jiaqi's soul.
Yu Qingjia stood nearby, feeling as if her heart was being fried in oil. Her captain had once used that very gaze to tie her firmly to her side.
But now... no, the captain must merely be playing along. I can still help her out of this increasingly murky river.
While her thoughts swirled, Li Jiaqi began to speak, her voice striving to convey emotion:
