"You were looking for me?" Caibao stood still, never expecting Ye Xian to walk through the crowd just to find her.
Being close to her idol, Caibao felt a bit dazed; Ye Xian seemed like an angel, while she, wearing Han Fei's skin, felt quite ordinary in comparison.
"The song you just performed was so special, it was like being in Hell yet still remembering to look up at the stars. It seemed like I saw a group of people chasing the light, struggling through the mud, holding torches, trying to illuminate the darkness," Ye Xian exclaimed, continuously praising.
Caibao felt a bit embarrassed; it had all been Liuli Cat singing earlier, she hadn't even opened her mouth. But Ye Xian, while saying those words, had kept staring at her, as if she alone deserved the credit for the performance.
