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Xue Yicheng's voice was ruined by smoking and drinking, so he found a teenager to sing on his behalf.
The album was recorded by him and he sang backstage at the concert.
It can be said to be a human-shaped metronome, with unimaginable accuracy in pitch and rhythm control——
But one day, the balance was broken.
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Xue Yicheng held the wall beside the boy with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and asked with suppressed anger, "Say it again."
An Bei met Xue Yicheng's eyes with neither humility nor arrogance: "Don't tell me."
The man laughed angrily, snorted coldly, and the next second, he bit his lip.
- "Now I am a private person."
- You are still my light today.
·Instructions for consumption·
Light and shadow. Both people are contradictions/mixtures.
Don't do any research. The description of the entertainment industry and the music are all left to the author's own imagination.
Non-sunlight products. All settings serve the plot.
Ending HE.
·Article information·
Opened on 2017/08/22.
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