He stood on the stage, with dark blue lights exaggerating the atmosphere. His face appeared on the big screen, and tiny feathers fell like raindrops, fluttering between his slightly furrowed brows. He spoke like a whisper in his ears, and the white costume showed light blue under the light. He just stood there, like a painting, a dream, like walking into the scene in Fusheng given to her by an elegant man in a blue shirt.
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