Chapter 65
Su Rui found himself at the center of a seething blue vortex. Deafening screams slammed into him like a physical shockwave. The waving signboards around him shimmered into a halo of light, and the air felt so hot it felt like it was about to burn. Dressed in unremarkable dark clothes, he stood like a silent island, tightly surrounded and washed over by the frenzied waves.
As Ling Yao's team's name boomed through the microphone, the surrounding screams instantly rose to a pitch that was almost piercing. He saw, in the area not far away—the direction his gaze had been fixed on—several familiar figures suddenly stand up. Even through the distance and the swaying crowd, he could instantly capture the most upright figure, its outline clearly outlined by the bright stage lights.
He subconsciously held his breath, and all the sounds seemed to be suddenly lowered in volume by an invisible hand. The only thing left in his world was the figure on the stage walking towards the center of the light.
The stage lights occasionally pierced his eyes. The voice coming from the microphone was the tone he missed day and night, yet it was also a carefully tuned, calm, and grateful public tone. Thank you to the company, thank you to the team, thank you to the members... Each thank you was like a standard building block, building up the image of a perfect idol.
It wasn't until the words, raised in pitch and with a barely perceptible tremor, "Thank you to all the fans!" rang out that it was like a red-hot stone dropped into ice water, instantly exploding with a searing bitterness within him. He saw the figure bow deeply, almost crookedly, toward the audience, not rising for a long time. The sobbing of the girls around him intensified.
The moment the figure straightened, its gaze seemed to sweep across the blue ocean. Su Rui felt his spine involuntarily straighten, his neck tilted forward slightly, as if this could close the vast physical distance between them by a millimeter. He couldn't make out any of the subtle expressions, only a vague outline and a bright block of color under the stage lights.
He seemed to sense a line of sight, passing through the clamor of voices and the flickering light, landing ever so gently on his area. An inexplicable tension gripped him, and his fingertips numbed slightly.
Then, the figure resumed its movements, waved, and embraced the person beside it. The surrounding noise suddenly poured into his ears again, making his eardrums buzz. He slowly leaned back in his chair, realizing that he had unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving several crescent-shaped white marks.
Joy and pride flooded her heart like warm waters, her happiness for him so real and intense. But beneath this warmth, a cold, heavy feeling settled—the realization that the stars were so far away, the cheers so deafening, and she could only sit quietly in this sea of light shone for him, like a transparent person holding a huge secret.
The awards ceremony on the stage continued, the light radiating. He sat quietly, gazing at the brightest light, feeling the sharp pain in his palms and the complex, inexplicable, silent roar in his chest.
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