"OK." Estelle efficiently went off to prepare.
As soon as Estelle left, Qi Yue's shoulders slumped, and she anxiously called out to her, "Rong Yan, what if I can't do well?"
There was a calming power in Rong Yan's clear black and white eyes, as she gently said to her, "Don't be afraid. If thieves aren't scared, what do we have to fear? What's stolen will always be stolen, and it can never become their own. We sing our own songs; the audience can tell the difference between good and bad."
"On stage, no one cares who you are or what you're singing; they only care if it's pleasant to listen to, if the stage effect is stunning. With me here, we'll do as we discussed before. Just express yourself with confidence—that's all."
Qi Yue's thumping heart calmed down a bit. She took a deep breath, nodded firmly at Rong Yan and said, "I understand, Rong Yan."
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