Deep Sorrow

Xia Ling rubbed the back of her hand vaguely across her eyes to wipe away the tears and remembered that she was still onstage.

She thought that she probably looked disheveled and ugly since there was not a single clap from the audience. She sniffled and struggled to stand up, mocking at herself in her mind. Xia Ling, look at you. How did you make yourself end up in this state without Pei Ziheng holding you dearly in his hands?

She stood up with difficulty and then heard the sounds of some people crying.

That's weird, didn't she already stop crying? Subconsciously, she raised her hand to touch her face. It was a little swollen and slightly smarting from all the tears, but she had indeed stopped crying… She lifted her head and saw many in the audience crying. They were crying hard and uncontrollably, like how she was crying just a while ago.

Xia Ling felt slightly dazed and at a loss.