"Just on a certain day
You suddenly appeared
So clear and mysterious
On the shores of Lake Baikal—
So clear and mysterious
Like Lake Baikal..."
As Peng Zhiwen's deep, gentle voice slowly faded, the audience felt as though a gentle breeze had swept across the surface of a lake, stirring up ripples before lightly brushing against their cheeks, then flying away in a rush of lingering regret and melancholy, leaving behind a profound sense of loss.
A voice of heaven.
That description was hardly an exaggeration.
Accompanied by the audience's irrepressible, enthusiastic cheers beneath the stage, netizens watching the live broadcast frantically hammered the voting buttons.
Chapter 227