It was like a huge black hole suddenly appearing in the void, devour all the sounds.
Under the stage, empty, stunned, shocked and other expressions are fixed on the face of every guest.
The champagne in the hands of the advertisers spilled; the pens stopped by the media stopped; all the fans in the back row seemed to have forgotten how to breathe through the nose, keeping their mouths open and looking at the two on the stage. It’s like copying and pasting.
The spotlights gathered on the stage, and the two girls stood side by side, bearing the ultimate silence and pressure.
Among them, Eliza was a white gauze, holy and noble, and Tara’s black dress was added, and the same tailoring was worn by her.
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