The puppet in the glass house has developed self-awareness.
She tried to hammer on the glass wall, trying to break out of the small space.
Once, twice, three times, as the hammering intensified, the glass house finally cracked.
But it slowly rose into the air, moving away from the stage little by little.
High in the sky, surrounded by the depressing and terrifying night, with only a few scattered lights flickering.
Qu Suihuan stood in the glass house, and the next second, unexpectedly...
Let’s dance!
There were screams at the scene and everyone took out their phones to start taking pictures.
The amazing puppet seemed to finally gain consciousness of its own as it danced in the air.
She is graceful and elegant, with feathered clothes fluttering in the wind. At this moment, she is the only protagonist in the world.
Everyone's heart was hooked together by her, hanging there, and would break with a slight pull.
But Qu Suihuan did not stop at dancing, she slowly started singing in the air.
Different from her previous sad and deep voice, this time, the song she sang was clear and ethereal, like a trickle of stream flowing in the mountains.
It was so beautiful that it made people speechless and stupid, and it was enough to be a scene on the talent show stage that shocked China and the world.
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room paused at the beginning, and then suddenly, thunderous applause broke out.
[This is absolutely amazing. This girl has any surprises that I can't imagine. I fell in love with her right away.]
[In just a few minutes, on a small stage, it turns out that it’s not that there are no good creations, it’s just that no one dares to create. ]
[I have to admit that Qu Suihuan amazed me. Her imagination is beyond ordinary people. I became her fan. ]
[Oh my god, she is like an angel with her wings bound. Even though she knows she cannot escape, she still tries her best to leave her beauty in the world.]
[Dance to the Prophet, Qu Suihuan's performance will surely be imitated in many ways. 】
[Where is the voting button? I will vote for Qu Suihuan immediately. Anyone who doesn’t vote is a grandson and a big idiot.]
The barrage of comments was full of people clamoring for Qu Suihuan’s talent, and everyone voted for her as if they were injected with chicken blood.
After the three free tickets were cast, people started to buy tickets for her.
Below the stage, Fu Linchen stared at this scene infatuatedly.
His heart was in a suspense from the moment Qu Suihuan came on stage, and his nervousness grew little by little.
He always knew that Qu Suihuan was dazzling, not only in appearance, but also in her unique soul.
She is the bright rising sun, powerful enough to guide believers upward.
But he had already prostrated himself at her feet, and would be completely defeated if he left her.
Under the stage, in the corner.
Qin Huai also stared at the scene motionlessly.
The veins on the back of his hands bulged, revealing his emotions.
He was amazed by the little girl, but also worried about her.
Even though I already knew something about her from the information, seeing her in person was a completely different story.
The little person has infinite charm. High in the sky, she is the only color in the sky.
This reminded him of his wife.
Someone who attracts him both in soul and appearance.
Although Qu Suihuan does not look like his wife, they have similar temperaments in some aspects.
It is the Yang that stands proudly in the world, resolutely spreading kindness to the world, amazed the years, and redeemed the wounds.
If Qin Huai had not been sure that his wife had no children, he would have doubted Qu Suihuan's identity.
Especially the familiar feeling about her.
Mu Di, his sister Qin Ling blurted out something.
"Brother, I finally remembered why Qu Suihuan looked so familiar. It's because she looks so much like you when you were young."
Qin Ling said this with appreciation.
Qin Huai's breath was choked.
"What did you say?"
"I said there's something familiar about this girl."
"No, the latter one."
Qin Huai's tone was extremely cold, like the night before the fog was cleared away.
Qin Ling was a little surprised by her brother's reaction, but still spoke patiently.
"I said she looks a lot like my brother when he was young, and they also look..."
As she was talking, Qin Ling stopped and realized that something was wrong.
With a crackling sound, a spark flashed through the minds of both of them at the same time.
There is a familiar feeling about her...
She looks a lot like him when he was young...
What did he look like when he was young?
In my mind, two blurry figures gradually overlapped.
The deep facial features and the breathtakingly beautiful eyes overlap so steadily.
Qin Huai's pupils dilated.
An incredible thought came to my mind.
He was shaking all over, his mouth was quivering, and he couldn't utter a word.
Qin Ling also spoke in disbelief.
"Brother, tell me, is there a possibility that Qu Suihuan is yours..."
"ah--"
"It fell, it fell, Qu Suihuan fell."
“Help…”
"Ahh, someone's dead..."
High in the sky, the rope hanging Qu Suihuan's glass box broke.
"Duang" sound!
Qu Suihuan fell straight down along with the glass box.
There was a sudden burst of screams at the scene.
Some people were screaming, some were squatting with their heads covered in confusion, and some were watching Qu Suihuan falling down but were unable to do anything.
The person in the glass house was like a butterfly with broken wings, and she could not escape Truman's world throughout her life.
She is a human experiment and the epitome of tragedy.
She will remain in the laboratory forever under a code name, and no one will remember her real name.
No one can save her...
Fall down, the end close to death is the only relief.
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