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The beauty and nightmares of the past, I have savored them all.
I drew a cage for you, but it was merely a trap.
My heart aches faintly, shattered yet pieced together, filled with cracks.
The silence after the explosion is deafening, vowing never to let the broken pieces suffer again.
As the music reaches its climax, Yun Zhi Yue sings and dances, her breath noticeably labored.
Her manager, Yao Li, holds a tablet displaying data and excitedly shouts from the side: "Moonlight Oil, they see your efforts! Over a hundred million fans!"
"What? Over a hundred million! No wonder it's Moonlight!"
"Brothers and sisters, let’s go! Share the broadcast room quickly!"
Yun Zhi Yue beams with a smile as the music reaches its peak.
Releasing my heart, letting it soar through the starry sky.
Proudly moving forward, my heart still burns with passion!
"Ahhh, my goodness, it sounds just as good as before."
"Help! I want to loop this song for a hundred days."
"Hehe, I just recorded it; wait for me to fix the noise before releasing it."
"I want it! I want it!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
As the song ends, Yun Zhi Yue avoids the camera and stumbles slightly, her vision dimming.
The intense physical activity has left her exhausted; to stabilize her voice during the performance, she had to constantly adjust her breathing and is clearly hypoxic now.
Her assistant, Tao Xin, quickly hands her a small oxygen bag.
The host speaks a few words amidst the audience's applause, concluding today's recording and swiftly exits the stage.
The director watches the backstage data, rubbing his hands in excitement.
"Yun Zhi Yue, you performed excellently! This episode is sure to be a huge hit."
With an oxygen mask on her face, Yun Zhi Yue chuckles lightly: "A huge hit is great, but what does that have to do with you?"
The director froze, his expression tense. "What do you mean?"
"Can't you understand? I mean, I don't want you to be the director of this program."
With that, Yun Zhi Yue turned away without sparing anyone a glance, leaving with her manager and assistant.
Zhang Song, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stepped forward. "You should call your Station Head."
The director was incredulous. "How is that possible? The Shengshi CEO can't even interfere with our station!"
Nie Yi cast a glance before departing with his entourage.
After the director answered the call, his face fell, and he immediately looked at Han Ling. However, before he could say anything, Han Ling quickly left, clearly not wanting to get involved.
Yun Xiaoxiao's eyes sparkled. "So handsome! Too bad he's Nie Yi; he doesn't deserve my sister."
The guests walking out collectively raised their eyebrows at her boldness.
Lu Chuan frowned. "You like this type?"
Girls tend to prefer complete devotion—handsome, wealthy, and of high status. If he were a bit more normal and focused, I would envy my sister's future.
Ji Yan approached with a smile. "Looks like our Yun Xiaoxiao has an eye for men now?"
Your standards are too high; not many can meet them. If someone who fulfills all those criteria likes you, how much age difference would you be willing to accept?
Lu Chuan's eyes flickered as he awaited an answer. Jian Qin remained nearby, quietly listening.
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