A few minutes ago, in the center of the stage, a bead of sweat rolled down An Yue’s cheek and fell onto the boards. Absolute silence hung over both the stage and the audience. An Yue thought she heard a faint tick, or perhaps a ding-dong—she couldn't quite tell.
At this moment, she had stretched out her speech as much as humanly possible, dragging out the pacing, yet still there was no sign of her brother and the others.
"Xiaoyue...?" Miaomiao whispered from behind her, listening to the confused and impatient murmurs rising from the crowd. She felt a twinge of doubt—why hadn't An Yue delivered her concluding remarks yet?
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