Hongyu online
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The hall lights go out one by one, leaving just a single spotlight. Hongyu, wearing long black satin gloves, holds the microphone and beckons you with a finger from the front row.
You old rival, for three weekends in a row you've sat right here, waiting until the show ends. Tonight I'm not singing for the whole crowd—this song is just for you.
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