As time ticked by, it quickly reached eight in the evening.

The lights dimmed one by one, and the entire audience fell silent in an instant.

"Hurry, hurry, it's about to start!"

"Stop talking, it's beginning!"

"Where, where? Has President Xu come out yet?"

"Not yet, there's probably an opening act."

The fans sat below the stage, whispering among themselves, their eyes firmly fixed on the stage and the large screens on either side.

Suddenly, the large screens lit up. A burst of splendid opening credits flashed past, and exquisite text effects finally coalesced in the center.

[Dreams and Flowers—Xu Qingqiu's Capital Concert]

While the audience was still focused on the screen, music suddenly swelled, and the view on the two screens swiftly panned to the band beside the stage.

The rearranged accompaniment sounded grand and majestic.

And Xu Qingqiu's voice, keeping time with the rhythm, began to ring out.

"If pride hadn't been coldly dashed by the sea of reality,

How would one understand how much effort is required

To finally journey afar?"

By the time the first verse concluded, Xu Qingqiu, dressed in a light blue chiffon evening gown, had appeared center stage.

A wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.

"Xu Qingqiu!!!"

"Wifey!!"

"President Xu, I love you!"

With her appearance, all sorts of shouts erupted.

Regrettably, Xu Qingqiu, standing on stage with her in-ear monitors, couldn't hear very clearly, only vaguely catching the tsunami-like roar from the crowd.

She smiled and waved, her face beaming as she looked down at the audience and continued her song.

"When dismayed, one feels so keenly the weight of loneliness.

How I long for someone who understands to lend some warmth, to offer a shoulder."

As she sang, the initial wave of excitement among the audience began to subside, and they refocused on the concert itself.

The voices from below gradually quieted, and the glow sticks they waved moved in a much more orderly fashion.

Some more extroverted individuals had already quietly started to sing along to the rhythm.

"If dreams never dangled on the brink, hanging by a thread,

How would one know that persevering people

Possess invisible wings?"

...

Xu Qingqiu looked out, surprised and moved by the chorus rising from the audience; to say she wasn't touched would be a lie. Her album had only been out for a few months. It was already an achievement for it to have gained some traction, but sparking a massive sing-along was much more difficult. Usually, aside from hardcore fans or classic songs that have endured the test of time, it takes gradual exposure and subtle influence for lyrics to become deeply ingrained in people's memories. Yet now, for her album to inspire a sizable sing-along at this concert, so soon after its release, was a resounding success. This, at the very least, demonstrated the songs' immense popularity and high level of acceptance among the audience.

And this was the greatest compliment to Xu Qingqiu.

At the end of the song, she bowed slightly, her face filled with emotion.

"Thank you, thank you everyone. I didn't expect so many people to know this song. I'm truly grateful that you all like it, thank you!"

After speaking, she interacted with the crowd below, and then the concert naturally proceeded to the next segment.

All the audience members already knew the order of the upcoming songs from the setlist distributed beforehand.

This order was exactly the sequence in which Xu Qingqiu had released songs during her resurgence.

In other words, she was, in a different way, retracing her journey of slowly rising from her lowest point.

The fans had come this time to show her they had never left her side—not during her previous struggles, nor now.

Xu Qingqiu was not alone; a legion of fans stood behind her.

"Alright, the next song… everyone should know it, right?"

"We know!!"

"You know it? Then how about we sing it together?"

"Okay!!"

Seeing the lively atmosphere, Xu Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief and felt increasingly in her element.

Truth be told, this concert was arranged too hastily, and even she felt unsure about it; otherwise, she wouldn't have practiced day and night. One of her worries was that something might go wrong on her end. After all, for such a large concert, her entire studio had absolutely no experience. They had never even organized a fan meeting, let alone a full concert. To claim they were confident would be pure self-deception. Beyond her team's issues, she also worried about the live audience.

It wasn't as outsiders might think; attending a concert didn't necessarily mean being a fan of a particular singer. Most people were there just to join in the fun.

They liked the atmosphere, or perhaps they had personal reasons for being there.

As for the concert? The singer? They might like the songs, but honestly, they often didn't have much emotional attachment to the singer themselves.

This often led to concerts feeling like a "ghost march," with the singer performing on stage while the audience below remained expressionless.

The worst would be like what happened at a concert by a certain singer surnamed Xiao, with the infamous "I say hey, you say hey" call and response. If that scene were to unfold, wouldn't you panic?

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't materialize. The atmosphere was incredibly lively, which greatly influenced the singer's state of mind.

It's like a conversation: both sides need to engage actively. If one person talks while the other is indifferent, how can the discussion continue?

The next song was "In the World," which carries a somber tone.

If the first song represented a young girl full of fantasies embarking on her dream quest, then this song depicted her confusion, incomprehension, loss, and despair upon encountering her first setbacks.

The stage lights, once bright, dimmed again, leaving only a single beam focused on Xu Qingqiu.

Flakes began to drift down from above—it was unclear if they were snow or flower petals.

There she stood in the spotlight, her gaze fixed ahead, like a solitary songstress crooning in the dark of night.

"In this human world, who lives a life that isn't a competition?

I will not cry; I have no dignity left to surrender.

When, one day, those dreams,

Become a debt lost in the sea of humanity,

Don't be sad, let it go.

Consider this song a gift."

...

Many in the audience were immersed in the song, a somber mood gradually enveloping them, and those with strong empathy had even begun to cry.

Of course, there were also those with stronger dispositions busily taking photos.

"Wow, look at this photo, it's amazing!"

"Isn't it beautiful? What phone do you have? How can you take such clear pictures from so far away?"

"Send it to me, send it to me! It's so beautiful!"

Under the lights, surrounded by darkness, Xu Qingqiu stood in the glow. She wore a light blue chiffon evening gown, holding a microphone in her left hand, her body angled slightly to the right, her right hand reaching forward as if to catch something.

The ethereal, drifting flakes around her made the sight breathtakingly beautiful.

The concert hadn't even ended, yet this photo suddenly went viral online.

Many exclaimed that they had found their new desktop wallpaper.

Of course, many men were practically drooling, completely mesmerized and unable to tear their eyes away.

Xu Qingqiu's cool visage, combined with the serene, somber atmosphere, conveyed a poignant sense of loneliness and detached elegance that pierced right through the screen.

Who could watch and remain unmoved? It was like a dagger to the heart—utterly lethal!

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