After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

A man dressed as a clown in the center of the stage, wearing black ripped jeans and a white vest, danced energetically to the beat.

His every move elicited screams from the audience.

As he confidently surveyed the stage, he saw a woman in red, wearing a fox mask, slowly walk past him.

The women were not as enthusiastic about the men on stage as the men and women in the audience.

No, to be precise, the woman appeared quite indifferent compared to the fervor of the audience.

She quietly walked through the crowd and sat down in a quiet corner.

Throughout the entire process, she barely looked at the man dancing on stage.

The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a dashing air, and with his slender hand, he caught a bouquet of flowers tossed to him.

He looked at the bright red roses in his arms and gave the crowd below the stage a charming smile.

Although his foundation was so thick that his true face was obscured, people could still guess from his smile that beneath the thick foundation was a face with considerable good looks.

"I felt your warmth, thank you for coming!"

The man raised the bouquet of roses and blew a kiss to everyone present.

"Ah, Prince, Prince, Prince!"

"Prince, I love you!"

"Prince, I want to see your true face!" someone screamed from the audience.

The man put his hand to his ear. "You want to see what I look like?"

His voice may have become a little hoarse from singing for so long, but it is still magnetic and pleasant to listen to.

"Yes, Prince, we want to see what you really look like!"

The "Prince" with 6000 million followers has never had his true face seen.

Many netizens tried to dig into the "prince's" past, but couldn't find a single clue.

"Okay, then I'll choose a lucky audience member and let her see what I look like."

The man, holding roses, smiled and looked at the crowd.

"Ah, Prince, I...I...I!"

Many enthusiastic fans have already looked up, raised their hands, and cheered wildly.

The prince enjoyed the enthusiasm of the crowd, but when he glanced at the woman in red in the corner, he noticed that she was looking at her phone the whole time, as if everything that was happening had nothing to do with her.

A wicked smile crept across the prince's lips as he held the microphone and said, "So, who will be tonight's lucky winner?"

The crowd erupted in screams and cheers once again.

The neon lights on the stage flickered again, their brilliance reflecting each other.

Hands reached out from the audience, all wanting to grab the bouquet of fiery red roses in the prince's hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, the prince glanced at the woman in the corner, wearing a red mask and red clothes. With a flick of his long arm, he tossed a red rose through the air in a high arc.

The screams from the audience almost reached their peak.

A pair of eyes followed the movement of the red rose.

Everyone in the room followed the red rose.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere in the room, Shen Yao finally frowned and looked up.

A bright red object hurtled right in front of her.

Shen Yao instinctively covered her head with her hand.

With a "thud," something heavy hit his knee.

Some pain.

Shen Yao opened her eyes and saw the bunch of fiery red roses on her lap. She picked them up and asked cautiously, "Whose flowers are these?"

The once noisy bar suddenly fell silent.

Lu Jiajia squeezed through the crowd, covering her mouth in surprise, "Ah, Yao Yao, it was you who got the prince's rose!"