"I believe that we'll be like in the fairytale stories,"
"Where happiness and joy are the ending,"
"Writing our own ending together."
As the song came to an end, Zhou Ziheng stepped away from the piano, which had already descended back to the stage level.
Looking out at the dense sea of audience members down below, a dazed look crossed his face.
It wasn't as if he had never performed in a concert before; he had previously appeared as a headline act at concerts for Pacific Company.
But those hadn't been *his* concerts, after all.
Yet now, this was *his* concert.
Every single one of these countless fans in the audience had come entirely for him.
He stood on the stage in absolute silence for a full minute.
Just standing there.
The fans in the venue, however, appeared exceptionally excited by this, their cheers erupting in an endless wave. Only then did he slowly begin to speak.
"To be honest, I had a lot of things I wanted to say.
But seeing all of you, I feel like any words would pale in comparison.
So let me just use my music to thank you for your support! I hope none of you feel like your trip was wasted tonight."
"Ahhhhh..."
The cheers from the crowd continued to roar with intensity.
Many people assume that fans in Mainland China during the nineties were quite reserved.
In reality, not at all.
When they met an idol they loved, they could be just as wild as anyone else.
Zhou Ziheng was clearly fortunate; these fans of his adored him, more than willing to offer him their mos…
Chapter 122