MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

“You sang very well, very well, I’m sorry,” Xiangzi gently wiped away his tears. “My heart is telling me that only you can sing this song.”

"..." Deng looked at Xiangzi. "If, if I sang like that..."

Will Xiangzi leave again?

"Hmm?" Xiangzi looked at the lamp and suddenly realized something. "No way."

"..." Gao Songdeng looked at Xiangzi.

"I'm the most loyal fan of Deng! If possible, please continue singing in the future!" Xiangzi clutched his chest.

Listening to the other person's songs always makes me want to cry.

It felt like a cry from the depths of one's heart.

He sang with all his might.

But that's what makes it so touching.

A beautiful past, an unseen future, and the present, my own heavy reality.

But can this happiness really stay in our hands a little longer?

It reminds me of beautiful songs.

so good.

It's the reality that's truly heartbreaking.

"It sounds really good." Xiangzi still wanted to say that.

Seeing Xiangzi wiping away his tears in embarrassment, Deng silently reached out his hand.

Reach out and hug the other person.

It was clear that the other person hadn't remembered.

However, it was nice to hear the other person admit that they sang well enough.

I could hear that the reason I quit wasn't because of my own problem.

It wasn't my fault.

I have also become the lead singer that Xiangzi is satisfied with.

I'm sorry, it's too late.

If I had started earlier, CRYCHIC wouldn't have disbanded, right?

Eh?

The feeling of moisture on my face.

Reach out and touch.

Am I crying?

I kept wiping, but I just couldn't stop.

. . . . . .

"I'm quitting CRYCHIC." Xiangzi pushed open the door, completely soaked.

"Don't shift the responsibility to others."

"But what if Xiao Xiang isn't here!" That's what I said at the time.

"The thing Mingming needs to practice the most is the lamp!"

then.

"I've never felt happy playing in a band," said Xiao Mu, who was standing nearby.

why?

Is it because I didn't sing well?

not understand.

but.

I used to never cry, no matter when I needed to.

Every time night falls and I lie in bed, I think of CRYCHIC, which disbanded because of me, and tears stream down my face.

Suddenly, I understood.

It's not that I don't have feelings.

However, I haven't encountered anything I truly cherish.

But after I realized it...

It was all too late.

Only my own tears tell me how unforgettable and how impossible it is to let go of these things.

So much so that whenever someone mentions the band, I feel a pang of anxiety and heartache.

I knew perfectly well that it was over.

Rain falls again and again in my dreams.

Over and over again.

"Lamp, you're the one who needs the most practice!"

I don't want it to be like this, if possible.

Then go sing!

Xiangzi said that he was the best lead singer she had ever met.

If I sing well enough, can I go back to the way things were before?

If singing it a thousand times isn't enough, sing it ten thousand times, sing it ten million times.

If only time could turn back.

Because this is the only thing I can do now.

If, one day, Xiangzi hears his own voice again...

Will he come back and take me back?

Sing it over and over again.

In bed, while eating breakfast, on the road, while chatting with others.

Over and over again.

Singing while standing on the overpass.

It's as if a girl will rush over and say, "Don't take your own life," and then, this time! You'll be grabbing her hand instead.

Then, over and over again, I understood.

The most painful things are not getting what you want, and losing what you have already lost.

Xiangzi.

Am I singing well now?

Until a new band was formed.

Until the concert resumes.

Until he saw Xiangzi in the audience.

Want to prove myself.

I want to tell her that I've tried my best.

I can sing well now.

then.

The band is breaking up again.

Su Shi will not come again.

Yao Lena said that she herself was boring.

Ai Yin also stopped training.

then.

Little by little, it seems like I've gone back again.

until.

Today, Xiangzi held his own hand again and said that he sang very well.

That day, the rain outside the recording studio finally stopped.

"Xiangzi."

The rain in the girl's heart has stopped.

We may not be able to go back to the way things were, but it's time to start moving forward.

Xiangzi.

"You've done more than enough," Xiangzi said softly, gently stroking Deng's head.

Although I don't remember anymore.

However, there are songs that can evoke a myriad of emotions even without accompaniment.

The lamp must have tried its best.

That's already great.

I looked at the lamp that had rushed into my arms after listening to me.

Xiangzi gently patted the other person's back.

. . . . . .

"Xiangzi!!" Deng, embarrassed, also wiped away his tears.

"Ok?"

"Nothing?" Deng called out softly a few more times, "Xiangzi!!"

"Ok?"

"Xiangzi!!" He seemed uncertain, as if he was afraid it was a lie.

The lamp still looked at Xiangzi and shouted again.

"Eh?"

"Xiangzi!" Fearing that Xiangzi would disappear in the blink of an eye, she kept calling out and held his hand tightly.

"I'm here."

"Xiangzi-chan." Deng looked up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xiangzi looked at the other person and suddenly wanted to know about those memories.

To elicit such a warm smile from the other person, and to hear them call out your name.

It must be very warm.

so good.

For no apparent reason, Xiangzi began to envy his former self.

It must have been a happy and warm period in the past.

so good.

I have fond memories.

There's just a tiny bit of hope that such a wonderful thing could happen.

Well, well, I really do find these words beautiful even to myself.