Picking up the tablet from the table, he tapped into Chen Xin's Weibo and easily found the concert video of Jiang Yisheng.
With a swipe of his fingertip, he entered the video; the screams of the fans on the scene shot straight into the sky, and even through the screen one could feel the explosive atmosphere of the concert venue.
The camera shook, focusing on the stage where the hazy lights gently spilled on the man's slightly curly black hair, those enchanting green eyes holding a light smile. On closer inspection, one could detect an almost imperceptible sorrow deep within his gaze.
The passionate screams of the fans surged wave after wave until the man on stage picked up the microphone, and as if by an unspoken agreement, the fans below fell silent in understanding.
Ji Mingqian watched the man on stage, that smooth and delicate collarbone aggressively making its presence felt.
He furrowed his brow and clicked his tongue in annoyance, feeling irrationally displeased.
