Upon hearing Wu Yanping's words, many fans at the scene immediately became unhappy.

"I must see him! I absolutely must see him!"

"Anyone who can write such great songs must be very handsome!"

"If you can get Wang Qian to come out and meet everyone, I'll buy more of your records in the future!"

"Yes, let Wang Qian come out and meet everyone quickly. Everyone is very curious about him."

The more Wu Yanping refused, the stronger everyone's curiosity about Wang Qian became.

That's exactly the effect Wu Yanping wanted.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why don't you all listen to his new song first? After you've listened to it, if you still want to see him, I'll try to get him to come out and say hello to you."

"Okay, then let's sing!"

"I can't wait!"

"I think even if the new song isn't bad, it's still far inferior to the one Wang Qian wrote before!"

"I agree. The poem that Wang Qian wrote for Wu Yanping is the one that will forever remain a classic in my heart!"

While people were looking forward to it, most did not have high hopes.

Because the song Wang Qian wrote for Wu Yanping was just so catchy, so addictive, and so easy to remember.

They absolutely couldn't believe that any other song could sound so good.

"music!"

Amidst countless expectant gazes, Wu Yanping called out to the backstage area.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of an ancient xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) resounded throughout the venue.

The xun is a traditional ancient musical instrument. The sound it produces evokes a sense of ancient and melancholic history.

Coupled with the poignant and melancholic melody, the first half alone was enough to fill everyone with sorrow.

The once noisy scene was now completely silent except for the prelude to the ancient Xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) playing from the speakers.

And this is just the beginning.

As the sound of the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) reached its most mournful stage, the sound of the guzheng (a type of ancient Chinese zither) followed.

The mournful and poignant music was deeply moving and brought tears to the eyes.

When combined with the ancient Xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument), the desolate mood is brought to the fullest extent.

Just this alone was enough to bring tears to the eyes of many fans who were listening intently.

"It's so desolate, but it's the first time I've realized that sorrow can be breathtakingly beautiful!"

"Yes, it was originally a very melancholy melody, but it actually brought to mind many poignant and beautiful images."

"That's the magic of music!"

Shh, don't speak yet, or I won't be able to hear you!

After the ancient Xun and Guzheng played to their peak, Wu Yanping on stage finally began to sing the first line of lyrics.

"In a state between dreaming and waking, I became lost in the memories of my youth."

The short lyric, sung by Wu Yanping, sounded like heavenly music, instantly elevating the already extremely melancholic mood to another peak.

Countless people at the scene were completely captivated, immersed in the melody of the music and unable to tear themselves away.

Many people wept uncontrollably, tears streaming down their faces.

Those who have had painful pasts, unrequited love, or endless regrets are especially touched, their hearts breaking as they cry their hearts out.

And this is only the effect of the prelude to the whole song. As the melody gradually enters the exciting stage, Wu Yanping's voice begins to become high-pitched, and the emotions of the whole song are completely ignited. Countless people cried loudly without regard for their image in the extreme atmosphere.

However, it was not simply sadness and despair, but rather a desolate scene filled with an exquisite artistic conception that was irresistible.

But at the height of the emotional climax, it suddenly took a sharp turn, ending slowly amidst a mournful sound of the ancient xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument).

Even after the music stopped and Wu Yanping put down her microphone on stage, the audience remained completely silent.

Because all the fans were still reeling from the breathtaking melody.

They were willing to immerse themselves in this poignant musical atmosphere, unwilling to wake up.

Because once you wake up, you will have to face a cruel and heartless reality.

"Why did it stop?"

"I want to hear it one more time!"

What if we can't hear this song anymore?

"Wu Yanping, let's drink it one more time! I love this song so much!"

"Why don't you just keep singing this song throughout the entire concert?"

"I thought this new song wouldn't be as popular as your previous one, but I didn't expect it to be so good."

"Please release an album soon, I definitely want to keep it as a classic!"

As the last echoes faded away, everyone at the scene finally awoke from their reverie, each feeling unsatisfied, many with tears still on their faces.

On stage, Wu Yanping seemed to be singing with all her might, panting heavily and with tears in her eyes.

Even though she was the singer, she was still deeply moved by the artistic conception of the song.

If she hadn't forced herself to hold back, she would have choked up several times during the song and almost wouldn't have been able to continue.

Seeing the entranced expressions on the faces of the audience, a joyful smile finally appeared on her lips.

This new song lived up to expectations, creating an emotional atmosphere at the event that even surpassed the one Wang Qian wrote for her before, demonstrating just how strong the response was.

"Do you guys think it sounds good?"

She picked up the microphone and asked a question to the audience.

"It sounds great!"

The unanimous response resounded throughout the concert hall. Everyone responded from the bottom of their hearts and shouted with all their might, as if they were afraid that if their voices were any softer, Wu Yanping on stage would not be able to hear them.

"I'm relieved that everyone thinks it sounds good!"

Wu Yanping smiled with satisfaction and bowed to all the audience members below the stage.

Just then, someone shouted, "Where's Wang Qian? Let him come out and meet everyone!"

This statement immediately garnered widespread support.

"That's right, we want to see Wang Qian!"

"I must meet someone who can write such a beautiful song."

"This Wang Qian is simply a musical genius. Both the melody and the lyrics are like they were written for me. I absolutely love him."

"I swear I won't give up until I see him today!"

"Yes, we must see him. He's such a talented person, no matter how ugly he is, we won't mind."

"Even if we have to buy another ticket, we still want to see Wang Qian!"

In an instant, the crowd was filled with indignation, and shouts rose like a tidal wave.

Wu Yanping on stage looked embarrassed, but under the enthusiastic demands of her fans, she could only glance at the private room where Wang Qian was and say into the microphone, "Wang Qian, since everyone is so curious about you, why don't you come out and say hello to everyone?"

Inside the private room, Wang Qian held his forehead, looking utterly embarrassed.

"Hurry up and go out to meet everyone!"

Zhong Yiyi couldn't help but urge, "This is a great opportunity for you to become famous! Maybe if you go out and meet someone, you can transform into a star!"

"But I don't want to be too famous," Wang Qian said with a wry smile.