The spotlight grew increasingly bright, casting a radiant glow on her tall and slender figure.
Without flamboyance, all attention naturally converged upon her.
As she took her seat, the world seemed to become her stage.
Her oversized blazer concealed her figure, and her dark mask flickered with a dim glow. With eyes closed, she played the harmonica, her slim white fingers under the spotlight shone like reflectors, dancing lightly and gracefully.
The deep blues harmonica, with its somber melody tinged with a slight tremor, intertwined with the bright piano notes.
"This is... 'Child,'" Tang Jingming muttered, looking at the person on stage, suddenly losing himself in thought.
The familiar tune flowed sorrowfully and plaintively.
"One step, two steps, staggering as I learn to walk
Four steps, five steps, striding forward
There's always a pair of gentle hands
Guiding me towards tomorrow
..."
The voice was languid, deep, and lingering.
