In the special dressing room of eternal dream, Huang Xiaoxiang lies alone on a chair and stares at the ceiling.

"call." I took a sip of hot coffee on the table and shook my head. The lovely girl always appeared in my mind. The less I think about it, the more uncontrollable I think about it.

what's the use of thinking about it? City B is so big. Where are you going to find her?

what's more, I even forgot to ask the girl's name.

ah, no, no, the concert is about to start in half an hour. Why are you still thinking about this? Review the lyrics. Huang Xiaoxiang...