Colorful spotlights were shining like stars around Xia Ziran.
Applause and cheers surged back and forth like thunder among the surging crowd.
Xia Ziran slowly took the trophy from the master of ceremonies and held it in his hands like a treasure. The edges of the glass shimmered weakly. Not as dazzling as neon, but as attractive as a star.
Finally, I got it.
Finally, the world saw it.
However, there were obviously ten thousand people hugging him, but he was the only one missing.
Maybe he was watching too.
Perhaps, he also blessed himself.
It's just that I couldn't stand by my side and share the joy.
Obviously I should enjoy the pride of being surrounded by stars, but my heart feels like it has been crushed by an iceberg, feeling cold and stinging.
While everyone watched Xia Ziran rejoice, all she was left with on the stage was loneliness.
Give up, gain.
What is given up, what is gained.
Is it really worth it?
Xia Ziran gently touched her chest with her hand, as if she was thanking her for all the glory she had received, but she was really mourning for everything she had lost.
Distance is something that is always elusive.
Far away, yet seemingly close by.
It's so close, but you can't touch it.
Luo Zhixiang, Xia Ziran is closer to you.
But can you still see her?
Conception: