The Mysterious Bride of the Wind God

“They’re all spoiled kids.” Ling Mu Chun laughed, “I was originally Ya Ye’s manager. Zhu Nei Zhengxiu got rid of his own manager, and the company made me his manager. The ice rink is also a hassle; he once chased away three managers in a week, probably only I can tolerate these stubborn artists.”
“Is Ya also like this?”
“He’s very troublesome. He drinks without restraint, doesn’t answer calls properly, and the rumors are endless… Oh, I’m sorry, you’re his sister, how can I talk about him like this? My apologies, my apologies.” Chun hastily apologized.
“It’s okay. Now you understand him better than I do.” Feng felt a slight sourness in her heart. How could this be? She thought he was so infatuated with her!
“I should go. You must come to the concert.”
Feng was preparing for his last concert in Taibei. The gymnasium was packed, and outside, countless fans who couldn’t get tickets gathered.
Ye Feng sat in the VIP seat, nodding in appreciation. All the equipment, including the backdrop, was transported from Japan by air.
The lights in the venue went out, eliciting sharp screams from the girls. A band descended on an elevating stage in the center, all dressed in tight black outfits and black leather pants. Now, the boys and girls were almost going crazy.
Accompanied by an intense guitar riff, Ya, dressed like a persecuted noble, descended from the sky. Feng’s heart was about to leap out of her throat. Ya, please be careful!
It seemed like everyone in the gymnasium was shouting Ya’s name. Ya took the rose from his mouth, revealing a rarely seen warm smile. “Thank you all for your support. Tonight is your night of revelry.” He kissed the rose lightly and blew a kiss in Feng’s direction.
Countless hands were vying for the rose with Ya’s kiss. Finally, a girl managed to grab it, crying out in excitement. Ye Feng didn’t move, but she understood his intention. Among so many people, those beautiful eyes were focused solely on her! She remembered when they were young, he only played with her, never noticing other girls in his eyes.
She could feel his deep, pure love. Over the past four years, her grievances and anger had dissipated. Love itself wasn’t wrong; it was fate that played tricks, and the bond of siblingship was an insurmountable barrier.
The band members, including drummer Chun, could distinctly feel Ya singing with particular emotion. It was as if he was expressing the deep-seated feelings through music and voice. It was the passion that had been long desired but could never be realized, the profound sorrow in the face of destiny!
Chun found himself crying. Ya was too outstanding. Tonight, he moved everyone in the audience.
Feng sat in her seat, stunned. It was her first time listening to Feng Shen’s song, Ya’s song. His pain was deeper than anyone else’s. What was his fault? He just fell in love with a woman he couldn’t love, loving her to the bone, willing to give up his soul for her!
Ya, Feng, my dearest brother, I’m sorry!
The concert ended perfectly. At the moment when everyone was celebrating with champagne, Ya, the star of the night, pulled Chun aside.
“What’s up! Are you staying?”
“Yes. I’ve decided.”
“You’re dreaming. You have a contract with the company; you can’t just leave!”