"A little bit of sunshine."
As Yang Yishui's voice faded, the music abruptly stopped.
A roar of celebration suddenly erupted in the gymnasium as the entire audience cheered.
The song's tone was incredibly cheerful, the kind that makes you want to sway along the moment you hear it.
The atmosphere, already electric from the street dance performance, was instantly set ablaze by Yang Yishui, the energy refusing to dissipate.
In this near-deafening ocean of revelry, loud enough to drown out any single voice, Shen Yuan looked at Li Zhi beside him.
Excitement and warmth brought a faint blush to the girl's cheeks, and the all-encompassing roar of the crowd made her eyes shine exceptionally bright.
In response to Shen Yuan's question, Li Zhi leaned close to his ear and said, "No."
Seeing the sly look on the girl's face, Shen Yuan shook his head helplessly.
The New Year's Gala performances hadn't ended yet.
