Thankfully, Fu Xing was quick to jump in and redirect the energy. "Now, here's the real question—will we be lucky enough to get a live snippet of Falling Meteors today?"
Yu Beiye straightened up, quickly masking her emotions with a plain smile. "Yes, definitely!" she said, forcing enthusiasm into her voice.
But inside, she was anything but excited. The way Quan Kunjie had just brushed her off—like she was completely irrelevant—burned in her chest. It was humiliating. And somehow, she couldn't shake the feeling that Xia Lihua was at the root of it.
Yu Beiye took a deep breath, clearing her throat before singing a verse of Falling Meteors. She had planned to impress everyone by hitting the song's highest note flawlessly, a moment that would remind the audience of her talent.
Like a falling meteor, fading.
One last blaze before I'm gone,
A dying star, a silver trail of tears.
Did you see me when I burned for you?
Or was I nothing, just lost out th—
