Chapter 173 Mourning

Xia Ling raised the back of her hand to wipe her tears, remembering that she was still on the stage.

This look was probably embarrassing and ugly, and no one in the audience applauded. She sniffed and stood up unsteadily, laughing at herself in her heart: Xia Ling, look at you, how did you end up like this after taking off the skin that Pei Ziheng held and cared for in his hands?

After finally regaining her balance, she heard bursts of crying.

Strange, hadn't she stopped crying? Subconsciously, she touched her face again. It was a little swollen from crying, and there was a slight sting, but she was indeed no longer crying... Looking up and looking forward, she saw many people in the auditorium crying, so much. The investment was so ugly, even worse than what she had done just now.

Xia Ling felt helpless and confused.

The female host came forward, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she had cried: "Xiao Ling, you are really..." She paused for a moment and swallowed back her tears, "You sang really well, so many people are singing I was moved to tears, even me. This is the most touching live singing I have ever heard since I became a host. Can you tell us how you interpreted this song?"

Xia Ling was still in a daze, but so many years of performance experience allowed her to respond without hesitation: "Singing is about singing with your heart."

The hostess was obviously very satisfied with the answer. She poured out her compliments and asked her many questions. When did she start to like Xia Ling, what influence did Xia Ling have on her music style, what are her future plans, etc. …

Xia Ling answered absentmindedly, her mind still churning with the past. In the end, she didn't even remember what questions the female host asked. After an unknown amount of time, the hostess finally let her go and sent her off with warm applause.

Xia Ling walked backstage one step at a time and almost fell down when going down the stairs, but was helped by someone.

"Xiao Ling, be careful." It was Wei Shaoyin's voice, which sounded so far away, "Why are you still crying?"

Xia Ling wanted to say that she wasn't crying. Her tears had stopped just now. Then she felt something was stuffed in her hand. She looked down and saw that it was the silk handkerchief that Wei Shaoyin had decorated on her suit pocket.

"Tap, it's so ugly, the emperor will see it as a joke," he said.

She mechanically took the silk handkerchief to wipe her eyes, and then she realized that tears welled up again at some point, and her hands couldn't stop shaking again. She paused, covered her face with the silk handkerchief, and let the tears flow freely.

"Okay, okay," Wei Shaoyin was at a loss, "You are so old, why are you still crying like a child?"

She simply fell on top of him and howled.

"Xiao Ling, you..." He was so anxious that he was incoherent, "Don't do this, people will think I'm bullying you... No, that's not right, it's so dirty, I have mysophobia, please let me go!"

She ignored him and cried harder. Ah Wei didn't know what kind of life she had experienced. He didn't know that during the long years of being imprisoned by Pei Ziheng, she didn't even dare to cry properly, so that she had long forgotten how to cry.

Wei will never know the depth of her grief.

Wei Shaoyin stopped persuading her and put his hands around her body stiffly, patting her back gently a few times as if coaxing a child. After an unknown amount of time, Xia Ling cried until she lost her last bit of strength and choked back her voice.

"Ancestor, are you finally well?" Wei Shaoyin was relieved and didn't even ask why she was crying, "Can you still walk?"

Xia Ling nodded.

He said, "Come on, come back to the dressing room with me. It's not a shame to cry like this in the corridor."

Only then did she realize that the people coming and going around her were looking at her secretly with strange looks, with gossipy expressions on their faces. She wiped her face with the silk handkerchief in her hand and followed Wei Shaoyin to the dressing room. "By the way, why did you find me?" Her voice was hoarse, and her vocal cords ached when she opened her mouth. "Shouldn't you be resting in the dressing room?"

"I'm worried because you cried like that when you sang "Caged Butterfly". Come and take a look." Wei Shaoyin took off her coat with a look of disgust as she walked away, "You've ruined the latest suit."

She thought of his mysophobia, looked at the large patches of tears and snot on the coat, and laughed out of misery.

Wei Shaoyin glared at her angrily, but her worried eyes softened.

Return to the dressing room.

The moment the door was opened, everyone turned to look at Xia Ling. There were all kinds of looks, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were jealous, some were curious, some were disdainful... Only Luoluo rushed towards her without any distractions: "Xiao Ling, you sing so well, it's like Xia Ling comes back to life!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" She scolded in a low tone, her tone was very bad. The truth that Luo Luo inadvertently revealed made her tremble with fear. She looked around subconsciously and saw that all those people looked as normal. They were envious and envious, and she felt relieved.

only……

When I accidentally caught a glimpse of someone, I suddenly became nervous.

Feng Kun.

He was leaning in the corner of the dressing room, drinking a glass of water quietly, his eyes falling on her with a thoughtful expression. He was as calm and taciturn as ever, wearing that black formal suit, like an unobtrusive aristocratic gentleman. Only she knew how keen he was and how terrifying his judgment was.

Xia Ling wasn't sure if he saw any clues. At this moment, even if he called her by her real name, she wouldn't be too surprised. He was so familiar with her, even more familiar with her singing style and every detail than Pei Ziheng. They had worked together for ten years and were part of the legendary group. He could probably tell which song she was singing when he closed his eyes.

Xia Ling didn't know how much she had exposed when she sang "Butterfly in the Cage". There was a broadcast screen in the dressing room. From the look of Feng Kun, she must have watched the whole thing. She couldn't help but feel frightened, and thought carefully, the Cage Butterfly she sang this time should be very different from the one she sang when she committed suicide - after all, her experience and mood had changed a lot, so it shouldn't be as sad as before?

Xia Ling thought unconfidently.

Moreover, the idea of ​​reincarnation is too incredible.

She changed her appearance and voice, hoping that he would not go there and not recognize her.

Despite how much she wanted to go to him and tell him that she was okay.

Xia Ling glanced at him with some nostalgia, but felt that she shouldn't show such a look, so she looked away guiltily. Luoluo was still chirping in his ears, like a happy bird. She looked down at the child: "Lolo, I'm tired."

Luoluo was startled and then realized: "Ah, yes, I was so engrossed in singing just now. It's time to take a good rest. I won't disturb you anymore. I'll come back to you after you've rested." As he said that, he jumped up and down. Return to the Emperor's area.

Wei Shaoyin also said goodbye to her and went to change clothes that were soaked by her crying.

Xia Ling walked to her seat and sat down, in a daze. Looking at myself in the mirror, my face is completely covered with flowers. It is so ugly. Is it even half as beautiful as in my previous life? But even so, why did Pei Ziheng still pursue her, and why did he have to find so many substitutes at all costs? Pei Ziheng...do you know that she is very sad?