The shouts of fans seemed to give enough courage, and Kimberly's pounding heart gradually calmed down. According to the practice in memory, a small piece of music flowed slowly under his fingers.

The shouts of fans under the stage are becoming more and more deafening. In the seats, Zhuo Lan and Che Yu look like they lack interest.

"What, the performance level has not improved at all compared with before, and even regressed a little..."

"So ordinary, why does it seem that her fans have never seen the world..."

Expressionless spit out one after another, scruples about Kimberly's face, two people are finally resisting the impulse to leave, patiently sitting...