Classic jazz music rippled through the air, lively and light, as if one were in a small tavern in Lower Manhattan. In the cozy space, friends whispered intimately, chatting about life amidst the elegant romance of the music, stealing a moment of carefree leisure that floated effortlessly in the air.
Then—
"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to..."
"Li... Wei..."
Clap clap clap. Cheering and roaring.
The audience in the studio erupted into applause and cheers, an explosive surge of energy swallowing the entire space in an instant.
Directly ahead, there was a small stage. Members of the band were seated in a tiered space on either side, creating a central aisle.
The door opened, and a tall and slender figure appeared, wearing a deep blue suit—sleek, tailored, and sharply defined. Its clean lines perfectly traced a proportionate and impeccable physique, exuding an elegant and debonair aura, completely different from his usual look.
