"Miss Jiang!"
"Miss Jiang!!"
...
Suddenly, the entire bar began to chant Miss Jiang's name.
Jiang Qin blinked. A soft smile graced her pale little face as the wind gently lifted the hair from her forehead.
It was as if she had returned to the stage from her first life.
Back then, most of what she did was arranged by her company or the event organizers. The majority of it was scripted.
But the fans in the audience had genuinely loved her.
At that time, she had always thought, 'If only there could be a day when I'm on stage and don't have to listen to anyone's arrangements, a day I can just be myself.'
Now, the people in the audience had changed, and she, on stage, could finally be herself.
After a moment of thought, Jiang Qin breathed lightly into the microphone, "Thank you, everyone, for your support of me and of Moonlight Bar."
"I'm feeling pretty good today, so how about another song? This one is called 'Thank You, the One Who Loves Me'."
