Chapter 471: Chapter 471: The Three Officials’ Stage
In the beginning, were it not for Hannah’s existence, Tiffany Lynch would undoubtedly be the rightful hit candidate, the popularity king. Additionally, with the fans’ hype, it wouldn’t be impossible for the title of "Godly Face" to land on her.
But Hannah’s appearance shattered all this.
She shattered the dream Tiffany Lynch had imagined.
She watched the person stepping onto the stage with a smile that pulled into a cold arc at the corners of her mouth.
This time, she wanted to see how Hannah Winter would turn the tables.
A song written in three days?
What a joke.
You’re standing high, aren’t you? If you fall, you’ll fall harder, won’t you?
On the stage, a spotlight shone down, and Hannah walked into the center of the stage.
This time, she made a major breakthrough in her style. A bright red one-shoulder tight mini dress, black boots, and a red cloth hanging down her waist half hidden and half visible, covering her straight and slender legs.
The red choker contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin, and her black hair was curled into large waves, lazily and casually scattered.
Her eyes completely lost the innocence and clarity of a young girl, bright and enchanting, like a red rose slowly walking in from the night curtain.
She stepped forward slowly, her unique honey voice deliberately lowered by her, making it more charming and fascinating.
"Hannah Winter! Hannah Winter! Hannah Winter!"
"Hannah Winter, I fucking love you to death!"
The shouts on the spot were louder than the other, almost bursting the entire venue.
Her delicate and pale fingertips lightly tapped on her shoulder, her arrogant eyes charming to behold.
She stepped back, handing the stage over to the next person.
The collaboration amongst the five was seamless, each complementing each other’s weaknesses, no one outshining the others, no one is another’s supporting cast.
Everyone was the best version of themselves.
The fans below the stage were extremely enthusiastic, even those hearing the song for the first time were chanting along to the rhythm.
Five people in a group, whoever’s turn it was, they called his name, no matter who’s fan they were.
This was the first time Sunny Lee heard so many people shouting her name at the same time.
The various glowing sticks seemed to be fireflies dancing under the night sky, connected into a dazzling galaxy, and every step after was to step on this galaxy.
The slightly dazzling light blurred Sunny Lee’s eyes.
In the moment of mistake, a slender and soft arm held her waist.
There was no flaw in the harmony, as if it was a pre-designed action.
No one noticed.
Black wavy hair combined with the dazzling eyes under the heavy makeup, the cat-like elegance, swaying waist, soft black curls intertwined with porcelain-white skin to form the most richly colored oil painting.
Every step was full of charm.
"Hannah Winter, marry me! Marry me!"
"I’m going crazy! She’s killing me!"
Before the performance was over, Hannah had already topped the hot search list.
#Hannah Winter’s first stage performance with her composition#
#Hannah Winter’s personal close-up breaks ten million#
#Hannah Winter’s popularity ranking is top overseas#
In the final scene, Hannah turned around, her light and playful steps keeping the rhythm, her figure enchanting, step by step, she walked to the throne in the center of the stage.
Sunny Lee and Lucy Taylor sat on the armrests, while the other two stood on either side.
The screen froze on that charmingly gorgeous face.
Roses are the most enchanting, blooming at midnight, born with inherent nobility, destined to sit on the throne.
Louis Snyder stared at the figure on the stage, the redness of the rose as fiery as fire was hot, burning his eyes but leaving indelible traces.
It would be unforgettable in this life.
