Finally, it was her turn to go on stage. Summer Tianxing encouraged her with a thumbs up and a smile.
"Ziqi, go for it. You are the best."
An Ziqi nodded at her and took a deep breath before walking on stage.
The stage lights dimmed down, An Ziqi was on.
After a moment of silence, a faint beam of light shined down from above.
An Ziqi, dressed in a bright red ancient costume, appeared before everyone.
The stark contrast between her bright red figure against the dark stage instantly captured the audience's attention.
An Ziqi's voice rang out, "Silently in front of you, sharing a cup of water...Don't talk about the butterfly dream, offer you this life and the next."
A monologue of a butterfly transformation, filled with sorrow and longing.
The moment she finished the last word, a tear slid down her porcelain cheek, fell and hit the floor, making a soft sound.
In her expressive eyes were longing, despair, and reluctance, as if pleading, almost enough to break everyone's hearts.
