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I'm sitting in the audience at a massive venue.

The best seat, for a concert Lin Shen's singing just for me.

Under the spotlight, he's dazzling, radiant.

I'm no longer the timid girl in the back, clapping cautiously.

I can scream freely.

Wave my light stick.

Even rush the stage.

His gaze cuts through the lights, landing on me.

He smiles warmly, raising the mic.

"Every time I'm on stage, I look for you.

"Today, I don't have to search anymore.

"I've written so many songs for you. I want to sing them until our hair's gray, until we're pushing wheelchairs in the sunset.

"Qiao Lu, I'm so lucky to have met you in this life."

(The End)