As the song neared its end, Chen Lin had curled up, hugging her knees, her hand still clutching the microphone, now hanging limply by her side. Wu Yuxuan assumed she had fallen asleep, her exhaustion finally getting the better of her. He moved closer, crouching down to her level, ready to scoop her up.
But as his hand reached out, he heard a soft sob, halting him mid-motion.
Was she crying?
Wu Yuxuan froze, his hand hovering just above her shoulder. Chen Lin's shoulders trembled ever so slightly, the faintest of sobs escaping her, making his chest tighten with a rush of concern and confusion.
He crouched closer, trying to assess the situation. Her dark black hair, tangled and messy, framed her face as she tucked her chin into her knees, her grip on the microphone weak and lifeless.
"Chen Lin?" His voice was soft, hesitant, not wanting to startle her. "Are you... okay?"
