The previously noisy meeting room suddenly fell deathly silent.
She had barely sung the third line when an older leader suddenly burst into tears, hastily lowering his head and covering his eyes with his fist.
Many people couldn't understand the emotions of the older generation.
Nor could they understand the passion in their parents' hearts that could never be extinguished.
Song Yunuan was one such example.
She could be moved but couldn't understand the tears in the eyes of an old man on the judging panel.
It seemed a bit much.
It was just a song after all.
Moreover, as far as Song Ting knew, at least twenty contenders before her had chosen this song for their audition.
But looking at them, they didn't seem to be moved time after time either.
At this moment, the door to the meeting room was open.
After all, it was the last audition, so the atmosphere was more relaxed.
