Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 317

Three years later

At the national stadium of Z Country

Over ten thousand fans were excitedly waiting for one of the artistes for the night curtain to raise. All seats were occupied.

At 8:00 p.m., the concert began. To the ecstatic screams of fans, a young woman in a long denim dress slowly took the stage. A soft and slow melody rang. She began to sing, "You promised, you'd love me till the end of the world.

But dear, you broke your word.

In my memory, I see your eyes, on that winter night.

In them, I feel your love for me, as deep as the sea..."

Her voice was full of emotions, easily striking a chord in everyone's heart.

Wherever she went, her performances would leave a lot of fans in tears, pouring their feelings out.

Most of her original compositions were deeply emotive songs.

Only when she covered some songs from other singers, would she throw in something different and lively.

"Oh! Debbie Nian! Debbie Nian! I love you..."

"You sing so well. My heart is melting. Debbie, I love you forever!"

The crazy fans began to shout out their love for the singer.

Among these ten thousand fans, more than half of them were already her loyal fans. Debbie made her debut as a singer slightly more than one year ago. But in such a short time, she had turned into quite a sensation, winning the hearts of many fervent fans.

Sitting in front of the black piano, Debbie adjusted her mic, slid her fingers on the keyboard, and continued singing, with perfectly controlled breathing.

"Time flies. Baby, have you seen me in your dreams?

Have you smiled without me?

You never knew, without you, my world is a barren field.

The endless rain outside is my pool of tears.

In lovesickness, I'm drowning."

By the time she was done with the first song, amid the shouts and screams of admiration, tears freely rolled down the fans' faces in equal measure. Some cried for the love and admiration of their superstar. Some cried because they could relate to her music in a personal way.

To acknowledge their immense support, she raised her hands in appreciation and blew a kiss. She then resumed her seat, wiped a tear from the corner of her right eye and took the microphone. She said to the large crowd of fans in a chirpy voice, "Friends, I'm blown away by your love and support. Thank you all for the connection we share. Thanks for the passion you guys have lent to the night and atmosphere you've created too.

As a token of my appreciation, I want to dedicate the next song to you. It's a song by a good friend of mine. But I've tweaked it into a special cover, just for you. It's Irene Wen's short, sweet song—Milk and Pineapple. Let me hear some noise..." She called out cheerily, firing up the crowd to a frenzy. With crazy energy, the tempo picked up to the accompaniment of wild screams. Some were singing along at the top of their lungs.

The atmosphere was now completely changed. Debbie did a marathon of ten songs, back to back, without slowing down a tad. Backstage, Ruby, her manager, anxiously waited. When Debbie finally took a break and caught a word with her, Ruby persuaded her with concern, "You can't sing nonstop like this, Debbie. I guess you know, it isn't good for your voice at all."

Dying of thirst, Debbie grabbed the bottle of water offered to her, took a sip and assured, "It's OK, Ruby. The concert won't take long, so I don't think it's anything stressful on my voice."

Ruby sighed helplessly. She took a new set of clothes from the assistant's hands and passed it to Debbie. "Get changed."

Although for the first session of the concert, Debbie had stoically remained dry-eyed, even as she moved her fans to tears, in the second session, she too was moved along with the crowd. If a song so moved them, she too was drenched in tears.

In the past one year, she had held more than forty concerts. And each time when she sang a particular song, she couldn't help crying at each word she sang.

Now, once again, when the tune of this particular song played, she broke into tears even before she could sing the first line.

The fans knew very well; everyone had an unknown past. They understood this song must have meant something immensely personal to Debbie, so they all went through the motions with her. Debbie collected herself, cleared her voice, and belted out the lyrics she had written a long time ago.

"A hugging couple under the dim light, exchanged words of love and care.

Snowflakes fell on their hair, pure, soft, and gentle.

Two hearts became one.

Holding her hand, kissing her hair, he vowed to forever love her.

Oh...