The Contrast Is Tragic

"How could it be!" In despair, Bai Rong looked at the excited expressions of the audience outside.

She could hear the sudden enthusiastic applause from them.

Despair... She had never felt so hopeless before in her life.

How had Fang Mo'er's acting skills improved so quickly?

Why, even Shi Mo's had acting been so good.

The curtain was pulled open once again.

Fang Mo'er and Shi Mo had already retreated backstage.

Fang Mo'er glanced at the pale-faced Bai Rong and a hint of sarcasm flashed across her eyes.

Now, it was not certain who would make a fool of themselves.

Bai Rong walked out stiffly with her partner.

The spotlight fell on Bai Rong's face.

Among the audience, there were still waves of discussions.

"I feel that we have underestimated Fang Mo'er's acting skills!"

"That's right. Every move she made just now was wonderful. It was so exciting, every single scene was memorable."