The host's words successfully stopped Mo Shiting in his tracks.
He sat back down, turning his attention to the stage.
The next second, beautiful classical music began to play, and Murong Qian, dressed in flowing white robes, leaped into the audience's view.
Her glossy black hair was simply tied up, with strands falling down, setting off her striking makeup, making it even more radiant.
With a whirl of her slender figure, she spun out graceful dance steps, every frown and smile, every look full of grace, so beautiful that it made hearts skip a beat.
Onstage, Murong Qian was like a fairy under the moon, while offstage, the screams were deafening.
Mo Shiting's gaze moved past Murong Qian, finally landing on Gu Li as she slowly took the stage.
What a handsome young man in white.
His hair was tied up with a crown, with his almond eyes twinkling with starlight, carrying a hint of mischief and a touch of allure.
"Ahhh—"