A few people from "Half of the Golden Autumn" sat around together.
Jiang Xijie felt like a complete failure. She was leading this group of girls who held dreams in their hearts, yet she couldn't provide them with a stage.
This time, everyone came with high hopes, but their debut dealt them a crushing blow. It turned out the problem wasn't about lacking opportunities; it was that her own skills weren't strong enough.
She had once complained about external obstacles beyond the stage, but one performance was enough for her to face reality.
"Sister Jiang, we should probably leave. Carry our hopes forward." Wu Youxuan's eyes flashed with tears.
Zhang Xiaohan hugged her knees tightly, burying her face deep within. She was conflicted, replaying in her mind the words her father had told her on the day she left home.
