After the performance, Jiang Mengqi stood there with a smile on her face.
She knew where her greatest strengths lay. Her most powerful weapons were her smile that shone like a rainbow under the sun, and her face, which could charm audiences of nearly all ages.
At this moment, her mood was extremely tense. This could be her last gig.
The company's small theater could no longer stay afloat; apart from keeping the top-tier artists, everyone else would be dismissed.
She was already 25. If she lost her job, she really wouldn't know where to go.
To support herself, she had worked many jobs, but what she yearned for most was still the chance to stand on stage, dancing and singing for those who loved her.
"Jiang Mengqi, show your best side and give yourself a beautiful memory." She felt an urge to cry—the bitterness deep in her heart was something only she could truly understand.
