Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The backstage corridor was in complete chaos.

As soon as Adam stepped off the stage, five or six top-tier domestic singers, as if by prior arrangement, poured out of the dressing room. Some wanted to shake hands, some wanted to take photos, and others simply came to the front row to witness the "living legend," crowding around him.

Adam completely ignored him.

He strode through the side passage, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his steps unwavering, his goal clear.

The staff member was about to step forward to guide him when he froze in place with a single look.

He passed through the fire door at the end of the corridor, rounded the corner, and stopped in front of a half-open door.

An acrylic sign hangs on the door: "Independent Producer Xu Qing".

Adam took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The room wasn't big. On the table sat an old wooden guitar with a clownfish sticker on it. Xu Qing was standing by the window with her back to the door, holding an empty mineral water bottle in her hand.

Hearing the door open, Xu Qing didn't turn around.

Adam stood at the doorway, staring intently at the figure's retreating back.

Six whole years.

From Berlin to London, from Tokyo to New York, he repeatedly pieced together this outline in his mind during the late nights of every tour around the world.

Adam's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"……green."

His Chinese pronunciation was still awkward, but when this word was squeezed out of his throat, it had an unmistakable tremor.

He opened his arms and strode toward Xu Qing.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Xu Qing's shoulder—

A rapid clatter of high heels echoed from the end of the corridor.

Luo Qianyu burst out from around the corner. She didn't slow down; her red dress billowed like a battle flag in the wind as she ran.

Just a second before Adam touched Xu Qing, Luo Qianyu forcefully stepped between the two.

She grabbed Xu Qing's wrist and pulled him behind her, then turned around, spread her arms, and stood firmly in front of Xu Qing.

This set of movements is so fluid and graceful, just like a cat guarding its food and bristling with fur, its sense of ownership is off the charts.

Adam's hand froze in mid-air.

Luo Qianyu raised her chin, and before she could catch her breath, she unleashed a string of fluent English words.

"Excuse me, sir."

Her voice wasn't loud, but her enunciation was precise and sharp: "To barge into someone's private lounge without knocking is considered extremely rude here."

She paused for half a second, then unleashed her ultimate move.

"Also, what brings you to 'my boyfriend'?"

She emphasized the words "my boyfriend" so heavily that she seemed to want to broadcast them over a megaphone to the entire room.

Adam was stunned.

His gaze darted back and forth between Luo Qianyu and Xu Qing.

Xu Qing stood behind Luo Qianyu, his expression calm. But instead of pulling his hand away, he turned the tables and gripped Luo Qianyu's fingers tightly.

Adam noticed this detail.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he remained silent for three seconds.

Then, Adam took a half step back, tucked his arms in, and smiled.

The smile was tinged with bitterness, yet also with a hint of relief. He replied softly in English, "I'm sorry, miss."

"I just... haven't seen my soul in six years."

soul.

These two words hit Luo Qianyu's ears like a radar in her DNA going off.

Is this something you can just call anything?!

Luo Qianyu's blood pressure visibly spiked, and even the base of her neck turned red. She abruptly turned her head and glared at Xu Qing, her eyes frantically sending a signal: "Explain yourself! Why does he call you a soul?!"

Xu Qing sighed helplessly.

Luo Qianyu was all too familiar with this expression—every time she got jealous, he would indulge her like this.

Xu Qing released his grip, raised his hand to gently pat the top of her head, soothing her. Then, he looked past Luo Qianyu at Adam and spoke calmly.

"Stop joking, Adam." He said casually, "I'm no longer your guitarist."

Adam's smile froze for a moment.

He stared intently at Xu Qing, his lips moving slightly, but ultimately he remained silent.

In the less than ten-square-meter lounge, the air seemed to freeze. The noise from the corridor outside the window came through the door, sounding somewhat unreal.

Luo Qianyu was the first to break the deadlock.

Too lazy to break free from the hand above her head, she simply grabbed Xu Qing's left hand, which was hanging by her side, right in front of Adam.

Their fingers were intertwined, perfectly locked. This declaration of sovereignty was absolutely insane.

She turned to look at Adam, her smile both sweet and barbed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lambert." She exuded the confidence of a wealthy heiress, poised and composed. "I've long admired your work."

The subtext of this polite remark is clear—I've listened to your music, not your messy past. There's no need to reminisce about the past here.

Adam stared at their clasped hands, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he put his hands in his jeans pockets, tilted his head, and managed to squeeze out a sentence in broken Chinese.

"Your...girlfriend is amazing."

After saying that, he turned and left. His canvas shoes stomped on the floor, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

The door had just closed.

Luo Qianyu's queenly aura crumbled instantly, and she began to tremble as her adrenaline receded.

"Xu Qing." She gritted her teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

"Um."

"The soul, is it?"

"Um."

"He actually called you a soul!"

"He made that call unilaterally; it has nothing to do with me."

"Then why didn't you refute him!"

"Didn't I say I stopped playing guitar for him a long time ago?"

"Is that all?" Luo Qianyu glared at him, her eyes reddening. "Why don't you tell him to his face whose soul you are now?!"

Xu Qing looked down at her, her eyes full of smiles.

Two seconds later, he spoke softly.

"your."

Luo Qianyu was momentarily stunned. A blush spread from the tip of her nose to her ears, her entire face burning hot.

She angrily shoved Xu Qing aside, grabbed the guitar with the clownfish sticker on it from the table, and hugged it to her chest.

"Don't try to fool me with sweet words. I'll settle the score with you when we get home!"

Watching her flee in panic, clutching her guitar, Xu Qing smiled and tossed the empty water bottle in her hand into the trash can.

At the other end of the corridor.

Adam leaned against the wall and pulled out his phone. On the screen was an old photo from six years ago—a wooden guitar with a faded clownfish sticker on it.

He stared at the clownfish for a long time, his finger swiping across the screen.

The phone wallpaper lights up, displaying a screenshot of an old musical staff. In the bottom right corner is a line of very small pencil text:

"For Adam. Fly higher.——king. Qing"

Adam put his phone back in his pocket and looked up at the stark white overhead light.

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born.

He smiled with relief, turned around, and strode into the brightly lit world of fame and fortune.