"Actors are fickle, and merchants care only about profit."
"And what about you, Feng Yaoqi? What do you care about?"
"You."
Those words, "You," kept him waiting for three years. Three years later, when an invitation to a performance was placed on the table, he accepted it without a word.
Feng Yaoqi, I’ll sing one last show for you. When it’s over, let’s never see each other again.
Onstage, he sang as movingly as ever. Below the stage, Feng Yaoqi listened just as raptly.
I once wished to sing for you all my life, but in the end I couldn’t hold on to even your fleeting glance, nor could I compete with her saying, "I’ll go with you."
Feng Yaoqi, from now on, I, Bai Yuli, will sing only for myself, and cherish only my own life.
*Please read before starting this novel*
1. This story may get angsty (well, it basically will), so think carefully before reading.
2. This story... I don’t think I have much to say... I’m sad...
3. The protagonist may end up alone, or there may be two of them. Yeah, we’ll see. I haven’t decided yet...
4. Let me build up a backlog before I start.
