It quickly grew quiet outside.
Jiang Qin was meticulously applying her makeup.
Tonight, she had a new instrument: a Zither.
So, she had specially prepared a more classical song for the evening, and her attire was styled to match.
Beneath her smoky, arched brows, her watery, almond-shaped eyes seemed to hold a world of sorrow.
***
Inside the bar, many people had started livestreaming.
It was obvious that no one was here for soothing tonight; they were here for Jiang Qin.
Some were fans, some were simply there to ride her coattails, and still others coveted the position of being Jiang Qin's partner.
At eight o'clock sharp.
Jiang Qin, dressed in a pure black cheongsam and seated before the Zither, ascended onto the stage.
Mist began to diffuse across the stage, making the whole scene feel as if it were set in a mountain valley.
The holographic background also depicted rockeries, flowing water, and a pavilion.
