Three simple words, unhurried and unrelenting.
Yet they were like a sharp knife, plunging fiercely into Su Xinyan's heart, dealing her a fatal blow.
At this moment, Su Xinyan's mind was like a muddle of paste, heavy and clouded, devoid of any capacity for thought.
A suffocating fear surged up, leaving her chest so tight she could hardly breathe.
Down below, everyone was stunned into stillness by Su Ran's nonchalantly delivered three words.
The previously noisy hall fell into an eerie silence.
However, the very next second, the crowd slowly snapped back from their shock, almost blowing the roof off with their reaction.
"R? Su Ran said she is R?"
"My God, am I dreaming? Or is this just a joke?"
"This is the World Designer Competition awards ceremony. Who would dare joke about this here?"
"So, Su Ran is really R?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Ahhhh, she really is R!"
"I thought R hadn't participated this year. Turns out she has been right by our side all along!"