Xie Zhiyao's icy gaze flickered and vanished as she released the tight grip of her hands around her waist and turned back to give the teacher a sweet smile, "I'm just a bit nervous."
The teacher complained, "You've been in front of large crowds before, what's there to fear about a solo recital? Hurry out, don't offend the audience."
Xie Zhiyao nodded, took a deep breath, and walked elegantly onto the stage, sitting in the brightest spotlight, the one that belonged to her.
She had not expected Qian Sisi to come today, let alone for Qian Sisi to run into Ye Manrong.
She had just taken a couple of sips of water and was standing by the stage waiting, so she saw clearly when Qian Sisi arrived at the front row and when Qian Sisi stood in front of Ye Manrong.
