At this moment, someone sitting in the shadows, in a certain corner, found their surroundings to be like an ancient glacial lake, and they were the thousand-year-old ice producing the chill.

They watched the person on stage exude confidence, every movement eliciting screams from the young girls in the audience, while the boys whistled along. A simple song, yet she managed to thrill the whole crowd.

Ivan Keller watched Nathan Foster’s expression anxiously.

In the past, he only had to guard against male rivals, but now it seemed necessary to guard against female rivals as well.

Was there anyone more miserable than their leader? Most people only had to guard against the same sex, but Nathan Foster had to guard against both genders.

However, that was not the most important thing. What was important was the reckless person on stage, strumming the guitar.

Boldly claiming to sing a song for someone present, a song she’d wanted to sing for many years but had never had the chance.

Such a blatant confession, even if beaten to death, he wouldn’t believe it was for their leader.

They hadn’t known each other long, and besides, South Grant didn’t even know Nathan Foster was in the audience today.

So it was obvious, even ghosts would know this song was for Chester Lynch.

Ivan Keller looked at Nathan Foster’s expression and considered whether he should take another trip to the bathroom to hide, just as the sound of the song began on stage.

Unlike the previous lively and fast-paced rhythm, South Grant’s music this time was a bit low and gentle.

As soon as she started singing, the lazy, husky timbre of her voice spread throughout the venue.

"There is a poem most moving, it is youth.

There is a scenery most beautiful, it is youth.

There is a phase of life without regret, it is called youth.

You say, youthful times are most precious, a bold experience without regret.

Your gaze, so deep.

My soul, burns inch by inch.

...

How many heart-stirring moments, couldn’t withstand the growing distance, and scattered.

How many unforgettable moments, eventually forgot to turn around and smile at... 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Forgot..."

At this time, South Grant’s voice was hoarse, with an indistinguishable laziness.

Whether male or female, everyone listening felt a peculiar comfort, and since it was graduation period, many young lovers, upon hearing this melancholy song, fell silent.

Those words of scattering, forgetting, lingered in everyone’s ears, leaving them with endless aftertastes.

And at this time, in the backstage, Chester Lynch listened to South Grant’s song and fell into a trance. Even after the song ended, Chester Lynch hadn’t come back to his senses.

South Grant said this song was dedicated to someone present, expressing words that had been left unsaid.

Why did he have a feeling, that South Grant had sung this song for him?

While Chester Lynch was lost in thought, Fiona Grant could only go to the dressing area gritting her teeth.

She initially wanted South Grant to embarrass herself, but who could have predicted she’d end up making such a big splash.

The next program was a dance performance by all the girls from class three, with Fiona Grant as the lead dancer. She needed to change her costume in advance.

A classmate told Chester Lynch it was his turn to go on stage to host the show.

Chester Lynch came back to his senses, took the microphone, and went on stage, just as South Grant was coming off stage.

Chester Lynch opened his mouth to speak, but South Grant just glanced at him, then turned and walked off stage.

This song was an account of her youth from the past life. That period of unspoken love had accompanied her entire adolescence, and now, it could finally be concluded.

Having spoken up now, it was also an account of her past life, so she wouldn’t have to keep it in her heart anymore.