Sparse shadows of people passed by in front.
Tang Xin's eyes were dim as she stood in the corner of the park, clutching the bass in her arms. The snowflakes falling were light, but they felt heavy enough to crush her shoulders.
Under the streetlamp, the young girl's eyes were red, her thin body shivering with cold, swaying as if a slight push would make her fall.
She felt ridiculous now, still holding on to such naive, unrealistic fantasies, dreaming of stepping onto a grand stage, chasing after the idols she admired.
"Are you okay, little girl? Do you want an ice cream?" An elderly lady passing by with a cart couldn't bear to see the girl's pitiful state and said gently.
The performance had already started in the distance.
Clearly, she was not the star of the show tonight.
