An Xiaxia walked back and forth anxiously as she held her breath and watched the video on her phone.
Sheng Yize began to sing to the music while performing difficult dance moves.
Every turn he took made An Xiaxia on edge.
However, he revealed no sign of pain on his face and there was not a single falter in his fluid dance steps.
He finished the song perfectly on the last note.
The room was filled with rounds of applause.
The rumor of his injury collapsed on its own.
His manager Lu Ke then handled the questions for him and Sheng Yize left the stage after some brief words.
When he got backstage, a yellow-haired young man whom he was well acquainted with patted him on the shoulder familiarly. "Hey, Yize, done with the press conference?"
Sheng Yize swayed a little and frowned, then nodded with a quiet "hm."
Realizing something wasn't right, the yellow-haired young man raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
