Sweet Beauty

This time, Lin Qingzhao was really angry. Her voice suddenly became several times louder as she shouted, "Liang Zixuan, what does this mean! I have even humbly apologized to you, yet you are very ungrateful!"

As she spoke, she tried to shake Liang Zixuan's body.

Hearing the voice, Qiao Hongya turned around and saw Lin Qingzhao trying to shake Liang Zixuan's body. His face darkened as he pushed her hand away and hugged Liang Zixuan. "Are you sick?! She had a high fever right now and had taken an antipyretic before going on stage. She was sleepy and couldn't stand it anymore. What's wrong with you? Even if she's not sick, I don't want you to bother her! What's the matter? After embarrassing her, you still have a face to curry favor with her?"

"I...I …" Lin Qingzhao was so scared that she retreated a few steps. Looking at Qiao Hongya's angry face, she said in a panic, "Master Qiao, I... I didn't mean it that way. I just …"

"I don't care what you mean!" Qiao Hongya did not give her any face at all. "Stay away from my Zixuan!"

When Qiao Hongya came, she was very polite to everyone and did not put any airs. Now that he was angry, he looked really scary.

Qian Huiqing and Wen Ying hurried over to pull Lin Qingzhao away, saving Qiao Hongya the trouble.

After a while, Shi Jingguo came to announce the results for the first round. Of course, Liang Zixuan got the highest score.

Qiao Hongya was really worried about Liang Zixuan. Seeing that she couldn't even lift up her head, he said to Shi Jingguo, "How about this... For the next stage, Liang Zixuan gives up, and you let the eliminated singer perform on her behalf. I'll send her to the hospital now."

When Liang Zixuan heard this, she immediately opened her eyes and waved her hand. With a hoarse voice, she said, "No, I can still perform. I want to sing the last song."

Her voice was as bad as the sound of a broken gong. Shi Jingguo also advised, "Forget it, you've already participated in this match. We won't eliminate you. It's fine, just go to the hospital now."

Liang Zixuan shook her head. "The next song is very meaningful to me. I want to sing it."

Qiao Hongya knew he couldn't stop her. He then thought for a moment and said to Shi Jingguo, "How about this... Let her be the first to go up on stage. After singing, I will take her to the hospital."

Shi Jingguo immediately nodded. "Alright, I'll go and arrange it."

Not long after Shi Jingguo left, the Assistant Director came over and said, "Liang Zixuan, it's your turn."

Liang Zixuan forced herself up and took her guitar from Zeng Zhelan. She dragged her weak body to the stage.

The host had previously explained to the audience that Liang Zixuan was very ill, so she was the first to go on stage. After singing, she had to go to the hospital, so when the audience saw her come out, they all stood up and clapped.

Liang Zixuan walked to the front of the stage with a guitar. She gave a deep bow to the rest of the audience before she stroked the guitar strings and started singing slowly.

This song was the one she wrote this week. She put her thoughts and feelings for Han Yuanjun into the lyrics. Every word was filled with deep sadness.

Just like what Zeng Zhelan had said, just listening to the music made her want to cry. Now, Liang Zixuan was singing in a low and hoarse voice, which made the hearts of everyone in pain.

As the last note ended, with her guitar in her hand, she once again bowed to the audience.

Half a moment later, the venue roared with thunderous applause.

The host walked onto the stage and jokingly said, "Since Liang Zixuan's throat was uncomfortable, I won't ask her question."

Liang Zixuan reluctantly opened her mouth, but in the end, she was unable to utter a single word as she showed a sweet smile to the host.

The host reached out to hug her and patted her on the back. "Alright, stop talking. Get off the stage and quickly go to the hospital. When you were singing just now, I was sweating for you."

Liang Zixuan nodded gratefully and came out of the host's arms. Just as she turned around, she saw a familiar face. It was a cold and firm face with three-dimensional features. Only the eyes that were looking at her revealed a gentle light.

Liang Zixuan was stunned. She suddenly lifted her foot and quickly ran down the stage. The audience thought that she was in too much pain and rushed to the hospital. They shouted, "Liang Zixuan, go back and rest well!"

Liang Zixuan, however, could not hear anything. She ran towards the man, placed the guitar in her hand on the ground, and threw herself at him.

"My baby." The man's deep voice was filled with fatigue and longing as he pulled Liang Zixuan into his arms.

Their position was blocked from the audience's line of sight, so the audience couldn't see what exactly had happened. Liang Zixuan was so shocked that her tears fell like rain.

Han Yuanjun lowered his head and wiped the tears from her face. Seeing Liang Zixuan's pale face, his throat felt tight. He bent down and carried Liang Zixuan in a bridal style. "Yao Xiu, let's go to the airport!"

Zeng Zhelan picked up the guitar from the ground and ran towards the door with Yao Xiu. Qiao Hongya had received a call from Han Yuanjun and was waiting for them at the door.

Seeing Han Yuanjun carrying Liang Zixuan out, Qiao Hongya finally felt relieved. "Hurry and go. Her treatment can't be delayed."

When they got in the car, Liang Zixuan's body curled up powerlessly in Han Yuanjun's arms. Perhaps it was because she was sick, so she became weak. She then sobbed hoarsely. "You... You've been ignoring me for so many days. I … I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Han Yuanjun's heart almost broke when he heard it. He hugged Liang Zixuan tightly and pressed his face towards her as his eyes reddened. "No, I thought you were still mad at me, so I decided to give you the space."

Hearing Liang Zixuan's hoarse and broken voice, Han Yuanjun turned his face slightly and kissed her cheek. He felt sorry yet reproachful as he said, "You're already so sick, and yet, you're still singing? You are so stubborn. What should I do with you?"

Liang Zixuan sniffed and raised her head slightly, looking at Han Yuanjun's pained face. She puckered her mouth in grievance and sobbed. "The doc...The doctor said my vocal cords were damaged. I.. I'm afraid that I won't be able to sing anymore in the future, so … So I wanted to sing the last song I wrote for you before my throat was completely broken. Did you hear it?"

Han Yuanjun heard it. As soon as Liang Zixuan got on the stage, he rushed all the way here and stood below the stage looking at her.

Every word, every line of the lyrics, seemed to be branded into his heart.

"You turn and leave," he slowly said. "Memories turn into tears. I lift my hand to the moonlight. I'm only slightly injured …."

"I heard you." Han Yuanjun lowered his eyes to look at her. Liang Zixuan's face was imprinted in his heart. He said in a low voice, "In the future, I will accompany you to see the moonlight.. I won't make you sad again."