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Shen Yuansong, although already over seventy, moved swiftly, his pace brisk as a tiger's.
Anyone who saw him couldn't help but exclaim at how truly healthy he was.
The principal stood by his side, smiling as he explained Yun Yiheng's excellent performance at school.
If a student really could have this opportunity to perform at Golden Hall before graduation, it would bring honor to their school!
Shen Yuansong's expression remained indifferent.
He didn't listen to a single word the principal said.
His age had taken its toll on his eyesight; the girl on the stage was too far for him to see her face clearly. Yet there was something in her demeanor that felt familiar to him.
It was as if he was seeing Yun Zhen from over forty years ago.
With that thought, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Backstage.
