A Magic Guitar

The wild energy in the nightclub kept going until midnight. Even until Cheng Yiran left, the atmosphere would not calm down.

How would one describe that? That was a wonderful, ancient, and forceful performance which could touch the audience and cheer them up the most. One could tell how enthusiastic the audience was just like a metal bar on fire.

"Encore---Encore---Encore---Encore!" Cheng Yiran could hear the audience's support while sitting at the backstage...Their voice was so loud as if thousands of people were in the club.

Cheng Yiran sat alone, watching the light from the ceiling. His hands hung along the legs of the chair with a guitar lying on his legs.

The scenes and crazy fans flashed in his mind, which seemed to turn into part of the air, infecting his body and speeding up his blood. In his previous life, he had never a moment like this... where his whole body was ablaze while he got closer to his dream.