Following An Hong's several interrupted attempts to speak was a tsunami of applause.
However.
What truly quieted the applause was not Anhong's struggle to control the stage, but the camera suddenly panning to Revenge Goddess who had somehow grown petrified off to the side.
She was at a complete loss.
Her hand was trembling.
There was a moment when she began to be stunned by the song Prince of Lanling had just sung.
But when Prince of Lanling finished singing his piece, her awe gave way to just standing there, dumbfounded—
Like a daydreaming primary school student.
Revenge?
Sympathy?
How to compare?
How to enact revenge?
Where is the sympathy?
If she was still conscious of her performance, she should have kneeled down and sobbed.
But at this moment, she had no such performance consciousness.
The expression beneath her mask had become almost as paralysed as Yin Dong's.
It's over!
Completely over!
