Chapter 107 - 102: Waiting for Destiny to Get Serious

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Chapter 107 of "Abyss Dominator System" starts the action: Chapter 107: Chapter 102: Waiting for Destiny to Get SeriousAn Yan under the stage listened... Find out what happens!

Chapter 107: Chapter 102: Waiting for Destiny to Get SeriousAn Yan under the stage listened to the shouting in her ears, her pretty face still stained with faint tear tracks. An Yan raised her beautiful eyes and looked at Bai Yan, a trace of confusion in her gaze. She could feel, from this song, Bai Yan’s heart that would never yield to fate. "You still haven’t changed, always so stubborn since childhood..." An Yan muttered with an extremely complicated tone, this man, he is still the man she knew and was obsessed with, still so proud and unrestrained. Unfortunately, it was no longer possible for her to love him. Between her and Bai Yan, there was always an insurmountable chasm, her feelings for Bai Yan were no less strong than An Xiaowan’s. But Bai Yan was already An Xiaowan’s lover, and she is An Xiaowan’s sister! Maybe, she would call Bai Yan ’brother-in-law’ one day? Ha, brother-in-law, what an ironic title for An Yan. "Is this God’s punishment for me?" An Yan smiled bitterly, her lips filled with a bitter smile: "You fool, you simply don’t know that I also..." "Sigh." An Yan sighed deeply. An Yan had never realized that her heart could tremble so intensely for one man! ... The trustees below were shocked: "These kids, why are they all so agitated! Is this song really that good?" "And that Bai Yan singing on stage, way too presumptuous! This isn’t singing, it’s clearly a roar!" Some trustees frowned disapprovingly. An Yan smiled and spoke: "I find it quite pleasant to listen to, after all, it’s quite nice for a youthful song." The initially dissatisfied trustees promptly fell silent, and the Vice President smiled, looking appreciatively at the young man in white on the stage. As a trustee, An Yan’s backing of Bai Yan naturally made the others hold their tongues. Everyone knew, An Yan was the most powerful and influential member of the board of trustees, and no one ever underestimated her because she was a beautiful woman. On stage, Bai Yan raised both his hands, and the cheering and shouting, as if on cue, stopped in unison. Everyone’s eyes converged on Bai Yan. Bai Yan smiled and lifted the microphone: "Did you like the song just now?" "Loved it!" Ten thousand people cheered in unison. "Do you want to hear more?" Bai Yan laughed heartily. "Yes!" The audience was very supportive. "Then I’ll sing another. How about we skip Goddess An’s performance next?" Bai Yan mischievously set a trap for the audience. "No way! We want to see Goddess An, hahaha!" Ten thousand people laughed heartily, totally ignoring Bai Yan’s trap. "You guys really break my heart." Bai Yan shook his head with a bitter smile, then became serious, gripping the microphone. "Alright!" "Free your souls, release your shackles!" "Let us welcome, the loveliest girl from Hua Xia, An Xiaowan to the stage! A solo by a female voice!" Bai Yan’s words stirred the atmosphere of anticipation, everyone started looking forward to it, most of them were here for An Xiaowan. It goes without saying that An Xiaowan indeed has great popularity, both in Hua Xia and abroad in Mo City, she is the beloved goddess. Bai Yan smiled slightly, and walked down the stage. Backstage after the concert, the moment Bai Yan appeared, people surrounded him excitedly to congratulate. "Brother Yan, that was amazing!" Chen Yudong rushed over, his face full of excitement as he hugged Bai Yan. "You sang so well! I was almost in tears!" "Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart! Damn it’s lit, Brother Yan!" "Get out of here, I don’t need men crying for me." Bai Yan laughed heartily. "Brother Yan, the great school beauty Chen Jing was crying just now, hehe. And many junior girls, I saw them secretly crying, your song captured so many hearts!" Chen Yudong elbowed Bai Yan playfully and sneaked a glance at the smiling Chen Jing. Bai Yan looked up, and saw some undried tears on Chen Jing’s face. Unexpectedly, this girl could also resonate with the emotions in this song. Chen Jing shyly smiled, not daring to meet Bai Yan’s eyes, she looked down, yet a nameless sense of loss arose within her. The better Bai Yan was, the more lost she felt, Bai Yan was An Xiaowan’s man, how could she behave badly. She wanted so badly to get close to Bai Yan, but Bai Yan didn’t know. On stage. The melodious music began to play gently. "This intro to the song... sounds so familiar, I think I’ve heard it somewhere! This is an ancient Hua Xia style song!" Students exclaimed, their eyes wide. The always pure and cute Goddess An, is going to sing a love song? And it’s an ancient style love song? "Another Hua Xia song?" A foreign student frowned, wanting to complain, but before he could finish, people around him glared at him fiercely, looking ready to attack. "Are you complaining about Goddess An?" "No no no, I dare not!" "Humph! Let me tell you, whatever Goddess An sings sounds wonderful! If you keep babbling, I’ll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" "Yes yes yes, what the greats say is right, it’s all my fault." The foreign student shut up sheepishly, An Xiaowan wasn’t just anyone like Bai Yan, her popularity was so high, it didn’t need to be bolstered by her singing. In this audience of ten thousand, at least seventy to eighty thousand were fans of An Xiaowan, picking on An Xiaowan here? Tell me, how do you want to die? ... "Goddess An, is going to sing a love song!" "Oh my God, my heart is breaking! Who is the Goddess singing her love song for? Please, tell me!" "Quiet down, the Goddess is about to come out!" Amidst the expectant gazes of students from various countries, the noisy scene gradually quieted down. On the stage, soft spotlights flickered, converging at the entrance. Dressed in a floor-length, ancient Hua Xia-style red gown with flowing sleeves, An Xiaowan appeared like a stunning fairy straight out of a mythical land, gracefully stepping forward, her slender jade fingers holding a microphone, her beautiful eyes blinking innocently, as pure and beautiful as the finest gemstone. It was unexpected; even in ancient costume, she was staggeringly beautiful, with cuteness intertwined with a hint of ethereal fairy charm! Indeed worthy of being called Goddess An, someone who can pull off any aura! The entire audience of a hundred thousand people held their breaths, foolishly gazing at An Xiaowan. This breathtaking girl was the Goddess everyone had always adored! No one dared to speak; the arena was terrifyingly silent, filled only with soft music echoing around. Everyone listened intently to An Xiaowan singing. The musical prelude ended. An Xiaowan slowly walked to the center of the stage, raised the microphone, and gently parted her lips: "A snowy night, hoofbeats across the stars beyond the fort. Amidst clashing swords and spears, I clad in red entrust myself to the dust." "Blood spills over the desolate city, those dyed annual rings. With my life I write, ’Let us meet in the next life, do not wait...’" Her melodious voice resounded, plucking at heartstrings like the strings of a zither, tugging at everyone’s soul. A faint sadness graced An Xiaowan’s gorgeous face, her tragic beauty causing many men to clutch at their chests, wondering who could make their fairy so concerned and heartbroken! "What song is this, why does it sound so melancholic! My Goddess, why are you singing such a sorrowful love song?" In the audience, a foreign student murmured, aching inside. Goddess, why sing this sad ancient love song. The melody was melodious, and the song continued. "Long pavilions, short pavilions, I see you off again and again. The moon is cold, the lamp oil spent, the small alley strikes several turns." seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "My black hair turns to autumn frost, sighing several pots of hot tears gone cold. The sounds of the pipa represent a past still waiting..." An Xiaowan’s beautiful eyes were lowered, her figure in a bright red ancient dress stood alone on the stage, isolated and cold, a smile upon her lips. But that smile seemed tinged with hesitation and confusion. Was it a forced smile? Two lines of the song immediately drew everyone into the music! Everyone realized that Goddess An was singing this song for a specific person! But no one knew who that person was. Who is worthy of making their Goddess wait in agony? "For whom is the Goddess singing, who is it that she really likes!" A hundred thousand people, all seemingly transported to the streets of an ancient city after a battle defeat, seeing the woman in a red dress under the setting sun, its rays casting upon her as she waits in anguish for her lover who may never return. The blood-stained city walls, the winds, snow, and dust seemed to mock the woman standing alone in the ancient city’s streets; the person she waits for will not return. But she doesn’t believe it, she still waits. Backstage, Bai Yan heard An Xiaowan’s singing, and he froze. Bai Yan walked to the stage entrance, his figure concealed in the darkness, his eyes blankly staring at An Xiaowan. "Xiao Wan, for whom is she singing?" Bai Yan murmured to himself. An Xiaowan saw An Yan beneath the stage; she forced a smile. She knew her older sister liked Brother Yan. She also knew that Chen Jing had always liked Bai Yan. She wasn’t foolish; she could see it all. She knew everything. Everyone was indulging her, even the affection Brother Yan had for her was more about doting than romantic love. An Xiaowan raised the microphone, her voice carrying a trace of tragic beauty, gently increasing: "On the border’s edge, the setting sun slowly descends, yet I see not your return journey!" This high note made people’s souls tremble. Everyone’s eyes became lost, as if they could see, on that blood-stained ancient trail by the wasted city, across the desert with scattered swords and spears, a stumbling woman in red. She was crying, searching, rummaging through the bodies. Searching for her beloved. Covered in filth, smeared in dirty blood, yet nothing could drive her away. "Old trees, withered vines, the dusk crow still refuses to settle. Moonlight stealthily observes pitiful predestined love; no matter how sincere the rings of time, they cannot traverse the worldly dust!" Each note more poignant and elevated than the last, An Xiaowan held the microphone high, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. She was also waiting painfully for her beloved. She didn’t want the feelings of pity others gave her, she didn’t want Brother Yan’s doting love. She just wished... wished that Brother Yan was her lover. Her little heart harbored a small hope, if only Brother Yan were solely mine, how wonderful... But in this game of love, the difficult choices she faced were far too many. "Three feet of the earth, just to reincarnate and exchange your birthday! Chanting a cycle of cause and effect, tying the red thread for the next life!" Even if I cannot love you well in this lifetime, I’ll wait for the next, entangling with you, never giving up on you. "With every stitch of hate, sewing a mandarin duck pillow, I’ll spend my lifetime waiting with you!" "Waiting for... sincere destiny!" An Xiaowan sang passionately, pouring her heart and effort into the song. Brother Yan, even if many people like you, I’m willing to wait, for our genuine connection, wait for you to say you love me without any reservations. I am willing... to give you my everything. Her voice gradually deepened, yet she strived to hide all her restlessness and longing behind her smile. How sorrowful this song was. Hateful beloved, you promised to return, yet only vague news of your life or death reaches me; this stitched hate, even if tears disturb my plain looks day and night, I will continue waiting. What An Xiaowan waited for, was really also her beloved. In love, even the most generous and lovely woman harbors a bit of selfishness. If only I knew Brother Yan, if only my sister and Brother Yan didn’t have an engagement, how wonderful... Unfortunately, life does not have so many ’if’s. Each love has its own unique bitterness. An Xiaowan clenched her jade fingers around the microphone, her fingers turning white, and she sighed deeply. The reason why An Xiaowan sang this song was not only hoping that Bai Yan could understand her feelings, but she also felt like Bai Yan and she had deeply loved in a previous life, entangled beyond separation. Otherwise, why would God play this joke on her, letting her fall in love with this foolish man, so recklessly like a moth to flame. Even if the fire burns me, I would savor it. (PS: This Chapter’s song: "Fate" by Shao Siming+critty, and due to the Chapter length, it was split into two Chapters.)

Chapter 107 - 102: Waiting for Destiny to Get Serious

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