Ming Yihan gazed at Zhiyan's smile, helplessly infatuated. At this moment, she shed all pretense, leaving only innocence—a purity so deep that it was almost intimidating to behold.
The Sage Class was deeply shaken by her performance. The two songs, with their different styles—one grand and majestic, the other tender and naive—both highlighted her grace. Petite as she was, she possessed an energy that belied her size, which amazed everyone.
"Giggle, I was wrong, I was wrong..." At the end of the chase, Zhiyan was gasping for breath, hand on her stomach, as she mock surrendered. Shasha stepped forward and pinched her cute nose fiercely.
"See if you ever dare to scare me again." After giving Zhiyan a glare, Shasha couldn't help but feel concern and supported her.
"How are you feeling, better?"
