Li Yan witnessed this scene backstage. Her thoughts spiraled into confusion. Without the necklace, the dress lacked any distinctiveness. Considering Luo Ying's favorable reception, that would only mean one thing for her.
Amidst her internal turmoil, the host called out her name.
"Next up, Li Yan."
Li Yan was caught off-guard. She stood up shakily. Her face was pallid, and her gaze was unfocused.
"What's up with her? She doesn't seem to be paying attention."
"That dress simply does not fit her face and figure."
"What on earth is she wearing? She must still be half-asleep."
As she heard the chorus of criticism from the audience, Li Yan felt even more unsettled.
After two steps, she stumbled and fell.
The audience first went silent, then burst into hearty laughter.
The emcee's face alternated between red and white. Even with his vast experience, he didn't know how to salvage the situation.
