Thank You for Loving Me
In the gym, Song Guanyu lay sweating on the floor, staring at the ceiling for a long time.
She missed Ye Yansheng, missed him terribly—his voice, his broad hands, his familiar embrace.
For the past month, she had been tirelessly training her stamina, determined to give a stable performance at the upcoming concert. It had been a long time since her last one, and her fitness had declined. Plus, the first stop was crucial; she couldn't afford any mistakes.
The concert was just two days away.
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