C183 Burning

The lights went out, and Xue Yu, dressed in black, appeared in the center of the stage.

Ding!

The platinum microphone!

Ding!

It was as if he was there!

Boom!

Before Xue Yu even started singing, the entire audience screamed.

"Ahhhh, so handsome!"

"Black clothes are so cool! I'm looking forward to it!"

Ding dong, a guitar sound.

Xue Yu stood on the stage, holding the microphone tightly