Yan Xing sat in the front row, seeing her idol up close for the first time, watching him dance, listening to him sing, whether passionately or tenderly. Unlike his image in posters and on TV, he was flesh and blood, so vividly present in front of her. Looking at his face, her eyes were filled with infatuation.
Some people have such a charm; it seems as if they were born to stand on stage, shining bright.
"Ahhhh... so handsome, Mai Zheng, I love you..." Yan Xing shouted loudly, her voice turning hoarse. Even though her scream was instantly drowned out by the noise, she continued to wave her glow stick tirelessly, her young face full of excitement and her eyes shining brightly.
Next to her, Meng Junci glanced around, tugging at her hood for fear of being recognized. At first, she was a bit reserved, but gradually, she was infected by the atmosphere and got into it, though not as wildly as Yan Xing. In fact, she couldn't bring herself to be a fervent fan; to her, it seemed too silly.
