59: Chapter 59 Silk Road Splendor Unfolds, Evening Blossoms in Tears

At this moment, Jiang Jinyue was performing a piano solo on stage.

No one was appreciating the music; everyone was just a student.

Not everyone had the background of the Jiang Family or such refined taste, but everyone was still completely captivated... by her beauty.

Jiang Jinyue wore a gown that shimmered under the lights like stars!

The girls couldn't help but imagine, "If only I were her."

Meanwhile, the boys were also imagining, "This goddess... is being pinned down by Tang Luochuan? I can't accept this!!!"

The song ended, and applause rang out, though it wasn't overly enthusiastic.

Then came an even more heartbreaking moment as Shen Muyan appeared on stage again with the male host.

The boys saw yet another goddess who was being pinned down by Tang Luochuan...

"If only I were like Tang Luochuan," envy and jealousy spread among the boys, though most were able to remain calm.

However, the name Tang Luochuan gradually began to spread.

In reality, there were still quite a few people who didn't know the specific situation.

But at such a large gathering, news spread quickly from one person to ten, and ten to a hundred.

Shen Muyan was poised and graceful, while in the storage room, Tang Luochuan watched the stage with a smug look.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhou Qi and Zhang Ming, "How is it?"

Zhang Ming replied, "Yes, yes, yes, you're awesome!"

Tang Luochuan laughed, "I meant, how is the show?"

Zhou Qi said, "I don't know, but both of them are your wives, it makes me so jealous..."

"Hey? Don't say that, having too many women is also a hassle~~ Hahahaha!" Tang Luochuan couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Ming glanced at the hammer in the corner, "Luochuan, if you died here, how long would it take for someone to find you?"

"What the hell? Danger is right by my side?? Hahaha!"

Zhou Qi, looking out the window, suddenly laughed, "Don't get cocky, the next one to come on stage won't be your wife."

"Let us welcome the Shanghai Theatre Academy as they present the program—'Silk Road's Neon Attire,' performed by: Su Wantang..."

After Shen Muyan announced a few more names, she quickly left the stage with the male host.

The stage lights dimmed suddenly, and the Dunhuang-style pipa prelude flowed through the speakers, instantly silencing the whispers below.

A spotlight slowly hit the stage entrance. A gold-trimmed shawl reached into the light first, like drifting clouds, instantly capturing the attention of the entire audience.

Behind the side curtain, Su Wantang was pale, having just put down her phone.

On the screen, two messages just sent by Gao Mingxuan were still lit up.

The boy's sudden show of affection had really been predicted by Jiang Jinyue...

The words from earlier that day, "Be careful if he suddenly starts being nice to you," kept repeating in her mind.

Her obsession of so many years seemed to be crumbling.

"Wantang, it's time!" a backup dancer behind her reminded her.

"Oh~" Su Wantang immediately snapped back to reality and took the stage to the beat of the drums...

The moment she lifted her skirt and stepped into the spotlight with dainty steps, she transformed back into that radiant lead dancer on stage, her eyes filled only with flowing charm, revealing not a shred of her personal troubles.

In the storage room, Tang Luochuan and the others were also clicking their tongues in praise. Although they didn't understand dance, they could tell at a glance that it was a high-level performance.

This was limited only to an appreciation of her professional ability.

"Looks good!" Tang Luochuan said casually.

"She's definitely good-looking!" Zhang Ming added.

Tang Luochuan, chewing a piece of gum, looked relaxed, "I meant the dance. I've only seen this kind of thing in games. It's my first time seeing it live! It's quite stunning, no wonder they're from the Shanghai Theatre Academy..."

He crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the dancing figure on stage, and had to admit that when Su Wantang danced, she was truly so dazzling that one couldn't look away.

Zhang Ming and Zhou Qi had been staring wide-eyed, nodding repeatedly, "Holy crap, this figure, this dance, professionals are just different!"

But on stage, Su Wantang's mind was already a tangled mess.

Gao Mingxuan's hypocritical messages, Jiang Jinyue's incisive warning, and that fleeting glance of Tang Luochuan's captivating eyes backstage.

And her own years of devotion, which now felt like a clown's performance, all churned together, leaving her feeling unsettled.

During a high-difficulty move involving an on-the-spot spin followed by a tiptoe, her foot slipped slightly. A piercing, agonizing pain shot through her ankle, and she involuntarily stumbled, nearly falling flat on the stage.

A small commotion erupted in the audience, and even Tang Luochuan in the storage room couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, "Whoa, a mistake?"

He had no other thoughts, just regret that such a good dance had a flaw.

Shen Muyan and Jiang Jinyue, watching from the side curtain, also felt a pang of worry.

Both of them had to admit at this moment that, regardless of whether they liked her or not, Su Wantang's professional ability was truly beyond reproach.

Otherwise, why would the Shanghai Theatre Academy, with so many people, choose them specifically?

Jiang Jinyue's gaze began to show concern.

Having studied traditional dance for over a decade, she knew all too well what a mistake after such a high-speed spin meant; nine times out of ten, it was a sprained ankle, likely an inversion sprain that was most damaging to the ligaments.

But just at the moment everyone thought the performance was going to fall apart.

Su Wantang, relying solely on her muscle memory, executed a standard "Sleeping Fish" pose.

She perfectly covered up the mistake without even a hint of a pause.

Only she knew that the piercing pain in her ankle was exploding.

Every tiptoe, every jump, every shift of weight felt like countless needles stabbing into her injury.

"Holy crap!!!" In the small room, all three boys couldn't help but laugh, and even started clapping unconsciously.

Tang Luochuan exclaimed with genuine admiration, "Amazing! Truly amazing!"

Zhang Ming also clung to the windowsill, "This is too awesome, seeing it live is really different."

Until the last note faded, she and all the dancers bowed to conclude the performance.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, more enthusiastic than all the previous programs combined.

On the other side, Jiang Jinyue couldn't help but clap as well; a professional is a professional, she had underestimated Su Wantang.

She also genuinely admired how easily she had recovered from the mistake earlier.

But all of this was actually not easy; the moment she left the stage, Su Wantang completely collapsed.

Her companions quickly steadied her swaying body, their voices changing in panic, "Wantang! What's wrong? That moment just now scared us to death!"

Su Wantang was pale with pain, sweat rolling down her forehead. Shen Muyan also hurried over, "What's wrong?"

"It hurts~~~" Su Wantang collapsed into the arms of the others, her voice filled with grievance.

It didn't seem to be just because of her ankle; it was more about the pain in her heart.

"It hurts so much~~~ hurts~~~" As she spoke, the girl suddenly burst into tears.

The companions were stunned. For dance students, bumps and bruises were commonplace, and sprains and twisted ankles were even more ordinary.

But Su Wantang had never cried so heart-wrenchingly before.

And she was merely using the sprained ankle as an excuse to release the bitterness in her heart.