Around six-thirty in the evening, the official concert staff began serving dinner. There was a wide variety of fast food to choose from: fried noodles, hamburgers, french fries, hot dogs, and more. Gao Sijin ordered a hot dog. The pepper-sprinkled sausage paired with perfectly toasted bread made for a satisfying experience.
Ovinia recounted some amusing anecdotes from her recent life, like a stand-up comedian.
Her forthright, candid nature, mixed with a touch of endearing absent-mindedness, effortlessly created a cheerful, lively atmosphere. The fans in the audience roared with laughter over Ovinia’s cuteness.
To be loved by so many people—surely, Ovinia must be very happy.
Accompanied by her enchanting singing voice, the Skytree shimmered with a retro-futuristic glow. Normally, three different lighting schemes alternate every night: Iki (blue), Miyabi (purple and gold), and Kazashi (orange-gold).
But today, because of Ovinia’s concert at the Skytree, the gold was switched to a single, unified purple. In the idol world, the mention of purple immediately conjures thoughts of Ovinia. Her purple bob haircut didn’t look dyed at all—it seemed more like her natural hair color.
Purple light beamed from three directions in sequence, and the surrounding shops lit up one after another, as if preparing to pierce the silence of the night.
“Next, I’ll sing another song for you all.”
Ovinia held the microphone in both hands.
So far, she had sung five songs—four in Japanese and one in Chinese. Every song had been highly praised. Even the Chinese song, which most fans couldn’t understand, had earned thunderous applause.
“This song, as always, I dedicate to my Master.”
She held the microphone while dancing otagei.
Her lithe limbs swayed with the rhythm of the music. The black Lolita-style high-heeled shoes she wore clicked a resolute, forceful beat across the stage. Her exquisitely delicate features, like a porcelain doll, blossomed with an innocent and adorable smile. But most fans were probably staring at Ovinia’s plump thighs, wrapped in white lace over-the-knee socks.
Gao Sijin sat upright on the sofa chair in the front row, quietly listening to Ovinia’s song. It didn’t feel so much like a song, but rather like the soliloquy of a wandering, lost girl.
I like, I like.
If only I had been a girl from the start.
If I were a girl, I could be your lover.
I dare not hope.
So I must run away.
Even if I was a bastard in the past, even if I’m just an insignificant side character, I still have love.
Since I cannot be the girl who matters to you, I’d rather erase all traces of my existence.
Goodbye, Master.
Forever loving you, Master.
In the past, an arrogant and villainous prince who committed every evil imaginable failed in his bid for power. Defeated in the succession war, he was transformed into a woman by his victorious younger sister, the Empress, and forced into a maid uniform.
Humiliation. Resentment. Hatred. Eyes wide with fury.
But a gentle Master welcomed the newly reborn her and even cooked her favorite chicken leg rice.
She also completely mended her relationship with her mother. Gradually, she began to feel the beauty of being a woman. Though she wore a little skirt, her heart remained that of a man.
Feelings of love cannot be faked.
But she was merely an onlooker.
In the end, the Master would live happily ever after with the four most beautiful girls in the world, along with a group of maids as concubines. Yet she alone could not open her heart and confess her love to the Master. She could not forget that she used to be a man…
Almighty Creator.
I don’t want to be a man.
I want a proper love too; I don’t want to become strange…
“Master, can you hear my song?”
Ovinia held the microphone, looked around, and seemed on the verge of tears.
Below the stage were countless fans who supported her. They shouted and cheered for the song she had just sung. She could bravely tell her feelings to many people who didn’t matter, but not to her Master.
Her gentle Master would definitely accept her.
But that kind of acceptance would only be pity, and she didn’t want that pity. It would make her feel even worse.
“Thank you all for coming to my concert.”
Ovinia bowed to the crowd. The handshake event and intermission followed, marking the end of the first half of the concert. Fans lined up to shake Ovinia’s hand.
“Let’s go too, Sijin.”
Yu Qingxue and Morgana pulled Gao Sijin up and headed toward the front of the line.
Since they had the premium special-seat tickets, they were naturally placed at the very front.
Katakura Hayabusa was also quite near the front.
The first person to shake Ovinia’s hand was Gao Sijin. He felt a bit nervous; he had never shaken hands with a public figure before, let alone the renowned idol artist Ovinia.
But nerves aside, Gao Sijin still wanted to shake Ovinia’s hand and ask for her autograph.
Somehow, he felt he must have met Ovinia somewhere before. He walked toward her, and Ovinia’s emerald-green eyes also spotted him approaching.
“Tch.” Ovinia visibly made a disgusted face. “Old Charlatan, I didn’t expect you to come to my concert.”
“Old Charlatan?” Gao Sijin was clearly taken aback. “Where have we met?”
“You don’t recognize me?”
“In my memory, I don’t recall someone as remarkable as you.”
“I see… you’re right.” A trace of loneliness tinged Ovinia’s fair face, but she quickly let it go. “When your novel gets an anime adaptation, make sure you let me sing the opening theme.”
“You know about what I wrote?”
“Alright, I know many things about you. There’s a long line of people waiting to shake my hand. We’ll have a chance to meet again later. We can talk more then.”
Ovinia’s ten slender fingers were soft as smooth, congealed cream, her nails painted with red polish.
After shaking her hand, Gao Sijin hurried away without lingering.
They would meet again later?
Gao Sijin didn’t know if his work would really become popular enough to get an anime adaptation, but if that day ever came, he would definitely have Ovinia sing the opening theme.
He returned to his seat and watched Ovinia politely and enthusiastically shake hands with each fan who approached, as if she never tired.
The second half of the concert was equally brilliant. Around eight-thirty at night, the concert drew to a close.
Gao Sijin bought some of Ovinia’s singles, CDs, and commemorative merchandise. It was his first time attending a solo concert, and the experience left him thoroughly satisfied.
After the concert ended, Ovinia stepped off the stage and vanished from the public eye.
She was an angel who brought joy. After she left, the fans couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness and loss.
