"I was really overthinking it. If it were him, he would definitely recognize me. How could he act like a stranger?"
She smiled slightly and felt relieved, thinking that Ye Qingfeng just shared some similarities with the "wood" figure in her heart and couldn't possibly be "wood."
Bei Yinyao composed herself and started another song. This time she performed a new piece, and as soon as the melody began, the crowd erupted in applause.
Her smile returned, and suddenly an idea struck her. She laughed and said, "It's our fate to gather together today. So, how about I randomly pick someone from the audience to come on stage and sing with me? What do you think?"
"Yes!"
"Pick me, pick me!"
"I'm here!"
"Bei Yinyao, let me do it!"
In an instant, the whole crowd was excited again, with each audience member raising their hands and shouting at the top of their lungs.
