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The A City Cultural Center was ignited by the frenzied atmosphere of the "Yo Hen" world tour concert at night.

Tens of thousands of glow sticks waved to the rhythm inside the venue, forming a dazzling galaxy, and the screams and singing almost lifted the roof off.

At the center of the stage, Zhou Ai was the sole ruler.

A 360° surround LED giant screen displays dazzling and mesmerizing light and shadow, while holographic projection technology outlines a futuristic alien landscape.

Zhou Ai had just finished singing and dancing to the first song of the show, and her breath control was still incredibly steady.

His silver-gray hair was soaked with sweat, with a few strands sticking unruly to his forehead, adding to his wild charm.

The close-up shot precisely captured the movement of his Adam's apple as he breathed slightly, causing the audience to scream uncontrollably.

The music pauses, transitioning into a soothing piano interlude.

Zhou Ai walked to the front of the extended stage and sat down casually, his long legs dangling over the edge of the stage. The spotlight enveloped him, as if he were the only person left in the world.

He gripped the microphone and began singing the first song from this year's special album, "Chasing the Light."

I chase the light

• Disoriented

The answer was actually in your calm eyes.

Light is not an illusion, nor is it a distant place.

• It is the star trail that twinkles for me in your eyes

I chased the light and finally looked back.

Discover the long journey you've been waiting for behind you.

The light has never been extinguished, and love has never left.

Your silent protection is our unchanging guide.

...........

Her voice was slightly hoarse from her previous singing and dancing, but it unexpectedly gave the love song a deeper tenderness and a sense of story. Every ending note was like a little hook, gently scratching the listener's heart.

The photographer also doted on him, frequently giving him close-ups, and the huge screen magnified Zhou Ai's impeccable appearance to the extreme.

Those signature, deep, peach-blossom eyes appeared exceptionally profound as they immersed themselves in the performance, their pupils seemingly filled with scattered stars. In the flow of their gaze, there was both an unintentional languor and a captivating focus.

His straight nose cast a faint shadow, and tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose glistened under the light.

Her lips were beautifully shaped and moved slightly as she sang, sometimes curving into a faint arc, and sometimes opening slightly to reveal a glimpse of her white teeth when she sang high notes.

At this moment, Zhou Ai's skin was so white it was almost transparent under the strong light, creating a stark contrast with her silver hair. An almost otherworldly beauty assaulted everyone's visual senses.

Occasionally, beads of sweat would slide down his defined jawline and drip into the hollow of his collarbone, another detail that would trigger a frenzy of screams from the audience.

However, attentive fans and photographers noticed that Zhou Ai's gaze seemed to always drift unintentionally to a certain fixed spot in the front row VIP area.

It was an empty seat.

In the almost frenzied atmosphere around him, the empty seat seemed particularly abrupt and desolate.

During a break between songs, he walked to the other side of the stage to interact with fans. When he turned back, his gaze swept quickly over that empty seat again, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, so quickly it was like an illusion.

The photographer seemed to be curious about the empty seat as well, and even deliberately pointed the camera at it once, making it flash across the huge screen, which caused a burst of puzzled whispers from the audience.

"Whose seat is that?"

"It seems like it was reserved, but it's been empty?"

"Zhou Zhou seems to be looking over there the whole time?"

Zhou Ai, of course, saw the brief image of the empty seat on the big screen. Without any panic, he raised his hand to adjust his in-ear monitor. Instead, when the next melody started, he smiled very slightly in the direction of the empty seat.

The typhoon in the next performance was even more impactful, with every movement precise and powerful.

As the final song ended, golden ribbons drifted down from the sky, and fireworks burst in the night sky outside the venue, illuminating Zhou Ai's sweat-drenched face.

He stood in the center of the stage, receiving a deafening roar of screams, and bowed deeply.

As she stood up, Zhou Ai took one last, deep look at the still empty seat.

An impeccable audio-visual feast, a promise made by no one but the truth falling through, all ultimately succumb to a quiet weariness.

The concert concluded successfully.

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In the waiting hall of Beijing International Airport, Chu Yi, dressed in a simple gray knit sweater and casual trousers, with sunglasses covering most of her face, sat quietly in a corner of the VIP waiting room, leaning back in her chair and resting with her eyes closed.

Two young girls sat not far from him, huddled together, intently looking at their phone screens, the flashing light illuminating their excited faces.

Even though Chu Yi deliberately kept his distance, the voice coming from the girl's phone still clearly reached his ears.

Deafening cheers, rhythmic drumbeats, and that familiar yet powerfully penetrating voice.

It's a live stream of Zhou Ai's concert.

The sound came through the phone intermittently from a distance, but Chu Yi could clearly distinguish every breath Zhou Ai took and every change in tone.

Every note seemed to have a life of its own, bypassing the barrier of calm that Chu Yi had deliberately built, and striking precisely the strings of his heart.

Chu Yi closed her eyes, trying to maintain a dozing posture, but the fingers on the armrest tightened almost imperceptibly.

His sunglasses concealed all his emotions; only he knew that his heart was pounding uncontrollably in rhythm with the song, pounding against his eardrums again and again.

"...Oh my god, this shot! Zhou Ai's face is truly God's masterpiece!" a girl screamed excitedly in a low voice.

"Shh—keep your voice down, this slow song is so beautiful... I'm about to cry..."

Chu Yi's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she forced herself to focus her attention on the flight information screen, but to little avail.

Zhou Ai's singing voice was like an invisible thread, entwining his thoughts.

Just then, the singing in the live stream paused, and a talking segment came on. Zhou Ai seemed to say something that made the fans in the audience laugh.

Then came the hushed discussion of the two girls beside me.

"Hey, have you noticed? Zhou Zhou seems to keep looking to the left of the audience?"

"You noticed it too? I thought so too! The camera even seemed to pan across an empty seat?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Right in the front row of the VIP section! The director even gave it a close-up shot!"

"Who was that seat reserved for? Nobody's sitting there! What a waste!"

"I don't know... Could it be that a friend in the industry couldn't make it at the last minute?"

"Possibly... but look at Zhou Zhou's little eyes, she seems a bit disappointed..."

"Ugh, stop talking! It breaks my heart! Who had the heart to stand Zhouzhou up?!"

Empty seats…

Chu Yi's heart skipped a beat.

He almost immediately remembered the two concert tickets he had locked deep in the drawer.

The gold foil finish, and the look in Zhou Ai's eyes when she handed it over, which seemed to leave no room for argument.

The girls were still whispering about the mysterious empty seat, speculating on various possibilities.

Chu Yi closed her eyes, and the world behind her sunglasses was completely dark, but Zhou Ai's singing and the girls' chatter became even clearer.

An extremely subtle and unfamiliar emotion, like tiny vines, quietly wrapped around his heart.

It wasn't guilt, but more like... an indescribable flutter of excitement and sudden realization.

It turns out he really did reserve a spot.

It turns out he really was expecting it.

In the live stream, the concert seemed to have entered its final encore. Zhou Ai's voice rang out again, even more passionate than before, as if she wanted to burn out all her energy.

Chu Yi took a deep breath and finally gently removed his sunglasses. The bright lights of the waiting room made him squint slightly. He took out his phone, the black screen reflecting his expressionless face.

He didn't open any social media apps or search for any information about the concert.

He simply ran his fingertips across the screen unconsciously a few times before putting them away.

The boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker at just the right time, with a clear female voice instructing passengers bound for Guizhou to begin boarding.

Chu Yi put her sunglasses back on, stood up, pulled over her suitcase, and walked straight to the boarding gate without lingering.

The last thing he heard was the deafening cheers from the live stream on his phone at the end of the show, and Zhou Ai's clear but slightly hoarse farewell: "Thank you... goodbye..."