Those experiences felt as if they had happened to her, causing Rong Shang excruciating pain.
I love this stage. I hope... I can continue to stand here in the future.
At a concert with tens of thousands of people, a dazzling man in a white shirt and white trousers stands on a glittering stage, with red lights shining down from above, casting layers of shadows on his black hair.
Facing thousands of fans who loved him, and hearing their unrestrained shouts, Sheng Qianye choked up several times while speaking, and his eyes welled up with tears.
But then the scene shifts, and the man takes off his dazzling stage costume, sitting on the bed in only a black nightgown.
The black curtains in the room had already been drawn, and the four walls were covered with black wallpaper.
At this moment, he seemed to be completely swallowed up by a dark force, hugging his knees with both hands and burying his head in them.
Rong Shang didn't know what he was doing, but she could hear his inner thoughts.
He said: I must pull myself together. No matter how hard or tiring it is, I must persevere. I cannot let my parents be sad and upset.
But another voice said: "I'm so tired. I feel so tired every day. Is this really the kind of life you want? Let go, Sheng Qianye. Only death is your only relief."
This is probably the voice of someone suffering from depression, because they are fighting with themselves every day.
...
Rong Shang was like an observer; she saw many scenes related to Sheng Qianye in her dream.
Whether they are excited and joyful, sad and dejected, or desperate and helpless...
Ke Rongshang didn't know why she dreamed about these things.
Was this dream real or fake?
What was this dream trying to tell her?
But no matter what it was, Rong Shang knew that the once-proud prodigy, hailed as a god by countless fans eighteen years ago, didn't have an easy life either.
In fact, he lived a more difficult life than most people.
...
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
In her dream, Rong Shang had just arrived at the place where Sheng Qianye had filmed that year.
As a result, three sharp chimes suddenly rang out, bringing Rong Shang back directly.
She suddenly lifted her eyes; it was only two in the morning.
Only an hour has passed since then.
"What happened?"
System, [Goddess, something's happened outside.]
[It's said that Leung Lok-yan got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, only to step on a person's head and break her leg.]
Heads...
Rong Shang frowned, grabbed her coat and put it on. When she got out of bed, she could already hear the noise around her.
Of course, the most noticeable sound was Liang Luoyin's screams of fright.
She pursed her lips and quickly walked out. But then the window behind her rattled, and a cold wind blew in. Rong Shang turned around and saw Sheng Qianye, dressed in white, standing in front of her.
"Why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"
His ethereal voice came through, seemingly tinged with a hint of helplessness.
Rong Shang stared at him for a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of interest. "Is the outside also your doing?"
"no."
His gaze fell on her face, and Sheng Qianye said in a calm tone, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. I will not harm any innocent person."
"Then who is the person you want to take revenge on?" Rong Shang's sharp gaze swept back and forth across his handsome, pale face several times, before she slightly raised the corners of her lips, her tone somewhat meaningful, "Is it Director Fang?"
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Is it Sheng Qianxing?"
In an instant, Sheng Qianye's scarlet pupils suddenly dilated.
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