"Li-Little Sister Qi..." An Le looked at her with deep worry.
Ruan Qi subtly shook her head, smiled, and bid farewell to the audience once more, then turned to step off the stage.
Afraid something might happen, An Le quickly followed behind.
The two hurried backstage, and the moment they were completely out of the camera's view, the young girl's body faltered, and the violin in her hand fell toward the ground.
"Little Sister Qi!"
"Ruan Xiaoqi!"
"Xiao Qi!"
The voices of An Le, Shen Wenqian, and Mo Lan rang out simultaneously.
An Le, being the closest to Ruan Qi, reacted swiftly and caught her, while Mo Lan made a sharp move forward to save the violin from hitting the ground.
Shen Wenqian rushed over so quickly that he nearly tripped on the wires scattered across the floor.
He crawled and stumbled over, swiftly taking the young girl from An Le's arms.
The surrounding staff, realizing something was amiss, quickly gathered around.
"Why does Miss Ruan look so pale?"
