A Concert’s Revelation and a Tentative Touch

For some inexplicable reason, Bai Muxue was suddenly reminded of Amber’s words from back then, which had sounded like a jest:

“I’m just casually mentioning it, but countless beautiful girls are waiting for me; if you want to contact this young lady, you’ll have to queue up through my agent!”

Well, I’ll be damned, that girl Amber truly hadn’t been joking… she actually had an agent!

Recalling Amber’s words from that time, Bai Muxue found herself chuckling; who could have imagined back then that she wasn’t just kidding?

‘But… no matter how many precautions that girl took, she surely wouldn’t have anticipated me coming to see her performance, would she?’

Even without transforming, Bai Muxue could still sense that familiar magical energy fluctuation; while a person’s appearance could be disguised and their identity fabricated, magical energy fluctuations were like a magical girl’s ID card—they couldn’t be faked.

‘Oh, to think coming here would yield such an unexpected bonus…’

A sly glint sparkled in Bai Muxue’s eyes, and the curve of her lips grew increasingly pronounced.

Sitting beside Bai Muxue, Qin Xiyao, upon seeing the familiar silhouette of the girl on stage, likewise felt a flicker of surprise cross her delicate features.

‘It’s that girl! The one I brushed past in the plaza!’

After all, the girl’s blue highlights and the guitar slung across her back were simply too striking, making her the kind of person you wouldn’t forget after just one glance.

‘To think she’s the lead singer for this performance… what a coincidence.’

With a slight shift in her thoughts, Qin Xiyao’s gaze once again landed on Bai Muxue—she saw Bai Muxue standing with her arms crossed, staring intently at the girl on stage, a clear smile even gracing her lips.

‘Even Xiaoxue…’

Noticing Bai Muxue’s expression, Qin Xiyao secretly sighed in her heart.

Yet, Qin Xiyao had to concede that, despite the distance from the stage, even with just her naked eye, she could clearly discern that this lead singer indeed possessed breathtaking beauty, a visage no less stunning than those of idols or movie stars.

Though she wore an unassuming black jacket, it still couldn’t conceal the girl’s slender and well-proportioned figure, a stature no less tall than Qin Xiyao’s own.

Moreover, her features were strikingly cold and refined, perfectly complementing the girl’s sharp, spirited demeanor.

Her entire presence was like a drawn blade—keen, aloof, dominant, and utterly imposing.

Requiring no embellishment, her mere appearance was enough to inspire awe.

Furthermore, her sapphire-blue eyes, deliberately enhanced with colored contact lenses, seemed to exert an inexplicable pressure even from a simple glance.

Coupled with her flamboyant and lively personality, seemingly ingrained in her very bones… it was no wonder the fans had been raving about the lead singer; she truly possessed a unique charm capable of captivating them all.

Qin Xiyao pursed her lips, then couldn’t help but turn her head to ask Bai Muxue softly:

“Xiaoxue… do you like her too? Do you like this kind of girl?”

‘Like her? You have no idea how terribly she tormented me that day!’

Upon hearing this, Bai Muxue let out an exasperated hum, then revealed a playful smile:

“I merely wish to witness her abilities.”

“Eh?”

Faced with Bai Muxue’s enigmatic reply, Qin Xiyao couldn’t help but furrow her brow, about to press for more details, when she was abruptly cut off by the sound of a microphone from the stage.

“Hello everyone! Welcome to our… ‘Stardust’ world!”

The lead singer, microphone held lightly in her hand, flashed a confident smile across her pretty face as she greeted the audience below.

A gentle breeze stirred, lifting strands of the girl’s hair, her clear eyes filled with resolve and confidence.

Her spirited opening remarks sent waves of cheers surging from the audience.

The stage lights had already brightened, and the rest of the band members were fully prepared.

Without deliberately building suspense, as the audience gradually quieted, the girl’s guitar began to emit a series of stirring, crisp sounds.

Subsequently, the other instruments chimed in, the shifting lights playing across the girls on stage, while beneath the changing rhythm, a torrent of emotions surged.

The lead singer’s voice, moreover, blended perfectly with the instrumental music, its crisp tones threading into the listeners’ ears, instantly captivating their hearts.

The girl’s fair, slender fingertips danced effortlessly across the guitar, producing one moving note after another with ease, echoing her confident, clear singing, as if the entire world lay beneath her feet.

Truly masterful performers require no superfluous showmanship; the simplest execution is enough to captivate an audience.

Beyond the sheer beauty of her performance, the confidence that radiated from the girl’s every gesture made it seem as though she moved with effortless grace and spontaneity.

Although the girl appeared to be no older than twenty, it was precisely her air of assured disdain and her nonchalant composure that resonated most strongly with these young women of similar age.

The music swelled continuously, intertwining and radiating a unique brilliance; lights and instrumentation shimmered in concert, dazzling and profound.

‘Truly… impressive.’

In this scene, even Qin Xiyao, seated in the audience, revealed a touch of emotion on her face.

While she possessed no exceptional understanding of music, she could still discern the band’s performance style: the lead singer commanded the absolute center stage, with the others’ sole task being to fully complement her performance.

One might assume this approach would allow the girl’s brilliance to entirely overshadow the rest of the band, yet their coordination was nothing short of flawless—a feat impossible without meticulous preparation and practice.

However… Qin Xiyao’s attention wasn’t entirely fixed on the performance.

While the surrounding audience had become completely engrossed in the stage performance, she, from time to time, cast her gaze toward Bai Muxue at her side.

A hint of approval had also appeared on Bai Muxue’s face, though a knowing smile still lingered at the corners of her lips.

Nevertheless, seeing that Bai Muxue also seemed to be focusing her attention on the stage, a faint, contented smile graced Qin Xiyao’s face.

‘Mm… this is perfect now. Don’t turn around, Xiaoxue…’

Qin Xiyao bit her lower lip, her restless hand slowly inching closer to Bai Muxue.

The movement was agonizingly slow, so slow that Qin Xiyao’s heartbeat seemed to pause, so slow that her breathing grew shallow and strained.

The clamor from the stage seemed to have been entirely cut off from Qin Xiyao, leaving her to hear only the fierce thumping of her own heart.

Yet, even though Qin Xiyao was so nervous that her hand trembled slightly, and she dared not even glance at Bai Muxue’s side, fearing the other might notice, a flicker of anticipation still shone in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Bai Muxue remained utterly oblivious to Qin Xiyao’s subtle movements, her gaze fixed intently on the girl on stage, as she secretly brewed a small scheme in her mind.

Suddenly, she subconsciously wiggled her fingertips, only to find her hand firmly clasped by another, slightly cool one.

There was no mistake; it was Qin Xiyao’s hand.