There had been so many times when she had not cried again.
When bullied by White Butterfly, in her moments of loneliness and helplessness, whenever she faced repeated rejections in job hunting, when she was down to her last fifty bucks, and even when mocked and ridiculed by others, she never wept; she had never once bowed her noble head in the face of fate.
Yet now, she felt an overwhelming desire to cry, really wanted to find a place where no one could see her and bawl her eyes out.
Fate wasn't something predetermined by the heavens; it could be changed!
As long as one persisted and never gave up, compromised, or retreated, success would surely come one day.
Now, she basked in the endless praises from her fans, and in honors that those who gave up midway, who stalled at the slightest setbacks, could never have imagined.
She had succeeded; she had taken another firm step towards her goal of success.
Now, even Ye Xiyao wanted to cover her song?
