Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

She didn't have a microphone in her hand, so she just raised her head and looked at the silver-blue stage that was missing a corner, and sang at a high volume.

"What wakes me? In the gray wind, and the white snow."

The pure white beam of light slowly moved towards the stage with her steps.

The cameraman also switched shots immediately, and the overhead camera slid over the auditorium, and quickly pointed the camera at the singing girl.

The image on the huge screen also changed accordingly, but the appearance of the girl with black hair and white skirt on the high-definition screen was not as amazing as it appeared at that moment.In the high-resolution lens, the face of the portrait is pale, the wrists are thin, the lips have faded to no blood, but the muddy eyes are bloodshot, and the whole person looks very haggard.

In fact, after getting closer, Yu Yaocen's singing voice didn't sound as clear as it was at first, but a little hoarse, and even didn't catch the beat at all.

But all of this—does not prevent her from slowly walking down the steps like a noble princess.

She fixed her eyes on the blond boy on the stage, her back straightened in an overly insistent posture.

She raised her head and sang loudly, but she was always proud and refused to let the tears in her eyes fall.

"Since I live alone, I will die alone!"

She sang this sentence firmly and decisively.

Now that I was hit on the forehead by a heavy stone, the onlookers avoided my eyes while bending down to pick up weapons from the dirt;

Since, I am not listed among the nations, I will be constantly driven out and abandoned, and become a reproach, a joke, a ridicule, and a curse wherever I am;

Since the darkness stretched from the sky to the earth, and the curtain was broken from it, I was crucified in a crown of thorns, and the bright blood snaked all over my body;

Why should I hide anymore? !

I have lived alone, and I will die alone, I never need any pity and sympathy!

Everyone in the audience watched helplessly as the weak girl with firm eyes walked down the steps step by step and onto the empty stage.

Yu Yaocen walked slowly to a place about [-] centimeters away from Jiangling, stopped and didn't come any closer.

Jiang Ling turned his head to look at her quietly, his thin dry lips parted slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The girl in the white skirt didn't speak either, but just looked at him quietly.

The two breathed so lightly, and stood so close, it seemed as if they could touch each other with just raising their hands, but could the deep gully between them be crossed so easily?

Finally, the black-haired and white-dressed girl slightly bent her lips. She naturally bent down to pick up the dropped microphone, took a firm step forward, and stood side by side with the blond boy.

Their hands, just like that day, their fingers clasped together.

However, this time, she was the one who reached out first.

Passively accepting this tight grip, the indifferent young man's whole body was shocked, and his silent eyes began to gradually brighten up, like little stars lit up one after another in the dark and ink-like sky.

Jiang Ling looked at her quietly for the last time, and finally took the microphone raised by the girl with a smile, and the two sang the last line of the song together.

"Since I live alone, I will die alone."

It wasn't until the last word was sung that the suppressed tears in Yu Yaocen's eyes finally fell.

Transparent teardrops slid across the girl's thin cheeks like pearls.

And with that teardrop falling into the boundless night, there were also the broken cries of countless girls in the square.