Since entering the concert hall, Gu Qianqian felt like there was a constant prickling sensation on her back.
She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she always felt like someone was silently watching her.
However, as she was the performer, the attention of the audience was supposed to be focused on her. Thus, the feeling of being watched wasn't that strange.
But the feeling not only persisted even after the concert ended, but seemed to become more intense.
What exactly was off? Even as Gu Qianqian walked backstage, she pondered on this mystery. Just as she was about to get lost in her thoughts, her limping manager enthusiastically came over, "Cici, perfect! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Listen, listen, out of all the concerts we've held, the applause lingered the longest for this one, didn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Qianqian smiled, even though she wanted to say that she deserved it.
