In the audience stands, VIP area.
Everyone fell silent, the whole venue fell silent, immersed in Qiao Ruoxin's fragile and melancholy voice, so clean and clear it wasn't tainted by a single impurity.
Lan Ke couldn't help but have moist eyes, "She's singing her heart out, she's wanted to come back for these past two years..."
Mo Chen stared indifferently at her in that beam of light on the stage, her figure lonely and fragile, her voice solitary yet gentle.
A hint of pity flashed through his dark eyes.
However, just as the whole venue was immersed in the song, the piano abruptly stopped.
Spotlights lit up the whole venue.
Qiao Ruoxin stood up, removed the hooded cloak over her head, and then stylishly took off the cloak and threw it to the ground beside her.
Screams erupted from the audience!
She was wearing a black spaghetti-strap mini dress, delicately designed, and the left strap had been cut and tied into a bow.
It exuded a unique kind of subtle sexiness.
