“You don’t have to force yourself to say you love me, my soul has already withered piece by piece, slowly pieced together, pieced together into a completely unrecognizable me. I don’t want to indulge anymore, not every day, every night, every second drifting, not wanting to ask more, say more, or seek more, my dreams…”
All the guests were immersed in Ye Ye’s ethereal voice, in a song called “Night After Night.” Although many didn’t understand the lyrics, music has no borders, and the beautiful piano and vocals still deeply touched everyone’s heart. Ye Ye finished her song, and the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. She stood up with a smile, slightly nodding to thank everyone.
The woman with chestnut hair grabbed Ye Ye, excitedly saying, “Oh, as expected, the disciple of Master Zhang is indeed skilled! Haha. Wait, after the magic show, play another piece.”
Ye Ye, looking at the chestnut-haired woman, was about to refuse when a blonde, elegant young woman approached, patting the chestnut-haired woman’s shoulder, “Emily, the performer you recommended today is really good!” She looked Ye Ye up and down, what a beautiful Eastern girl! Young, flawless delicate face, snow-white, fine skin, dressed in black, with a spaghetti strap top and tight pants, sexy yet pure.
“Hehe, Misha, she was recommended by Teacher Zhang!” The chestnut-haired woman, now known as Emily, said proudly to Misha.
“Hello, I’m Misha, you play and sing wonderfully. May I know your name?” Misha asked with friendly elegance, extending her hand…
“Hello, I’m Ye Ye!” Ye Ye shook Misha’s hand.
“Ye Ye, you are beautiful, and your scent is very special… It seems… Where did you buy your perfume?” Misha asked, feeling that Ye Ye’s unique fragrance was somehow familiar.
“Hehe, I made it myself! It’s not for sale…” Ye Ye replied with a smile.
“Excuse me, who is Miss Emily?” A long-haired girl in black hurried over, looking at the three with fear and apology in her eyes. “You are—?” Misha asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m the disciple recommended by Teacher Zhang, I was stuck in traffic… so I’m late… I’m sorry…” The girl apologized sincerely, slightly bowing.
“Ah—are you Master Zhang’s disciple?” Emily exclaimed, pointing at Ye Ye, who looked quite at ease, “Then who are you?”
