A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

Xia Ling reached out to grab his sleeve, her voice almost inaudible. “Brother… don’t.”

Xia Moyan furrowed his eyebrows and held her in a safe place. She grabbed his sleeve more forcefully. “I don’t want to go… don’t take me away… I want… to save… Li Lei…”

Xia Moyan’s voice was dyed with anger. “How can you save him if you’re dead?!”

Xia Ling murmured, her face pale, “If he dies, I will die with him.”

Xia Moyan said nothing and carried her the way he had come. The metal door closed behind him, leaving behind the wind and snow in another world. He pressed the elevator button and the beautiful electronic synthesis came: [Welcome, Mr. A50714, which floor do you want to go to? ]

“The ground floor,” said Xia Moyan.

Xia Ling faintly struggled. “I don’t want to go, I have to wait for Wei Lingnan…”

Xia Moyan bowed his head and told her, “Wei Lingnan recently retreated to do something crucial. Even if the sky falls, he will not care to see you. If you really want to save Li Lei…” He was silent for a long time. He looked at his sister, who was struggling more and more, not giving up until she got her way, before saying, “I have a way.”

Xia Ling suddenly stopped struggling and looked at him incredulously. “Didn’t you say that there was no way?”

“Because that method requires you to take a big risk.” Xia Moyan did not want his sister to be in danger, so he had said that there was no way to save Li Lei. But his sister had said that if Li Lei died, she would also not live…

He believed she would do it.

There was another reason. Wei Lingnan was indeed in retreat, but who knew when he would come out? If his experiment was to fail again this time and he could not figure out the mystery of the nirvana of reincarnation, maybe he would really do something to Xiao Ling. Who told Xiao Ling to send herself straight to his doorsteps? Xia Moyan would never allow such a thing to happen.

He took Xia Ling back to the hospital to receive treatment before telling her the method of saving Li Lei.

With her brother’s method, Xia Ling worked even harder to recover. Three days later, she was standing on the stage of Fan Yun Stadium, the largest venue in the city. The stage was covered with a brand new sycamore floor, the top of it carved by an unknown method into complicated patterns, circle by circle. Looking at it from afar, it looked like a big array.

Xia Ling wore a plain white dress with her hair let loose. She was barefooted and was not wearing any accessories.

She stood in the middle of the stage like a sacrifice, holding the microphone, facing the live audience and the camera that was broadcasting it live, saying, “Everyone has seen the news and know that my husband Li Lei is still in a coma. He is still in the hospital and not out of danger. In half a month, the hospital has given him five critically ill notices. I am really scared, afraid that he would leave me like this…”

Her voice caught in her throat, and she paused to swallow a sob.

Thousands of spectators looked up at her from under the stage, and the venue was silent, everyone waiting for her next words. They all knew that Li Lei had been in trouble recently. Although they were not clear how Li Lei got so hurt, they understood that as a newlywed wife, she must be sad, extremely sad. They had seen the advertisement for the “Blessing Concert” in the media and had come to support her and give her strength.

The atmosphere under the stage was solemn. Even the drop of a needle could be heard.

Xia Ling went on to say, “I am not a doctor, and I can’t help much even if I were to stand guard at the hospital. I can only pray for God to bless him. I believe that there is a wonderful power in the world that can help us achieve those things that seem impossible. So, I have held this concert in order to pray for him. I sincerely invite each of you to pray for him too. With the strength of so many people, we can definitely touch God.”

She said, bending down deeply and bowing to the people below the stage.

Under the stage, many people were embarrassed.

This concert did not require tickets, and the only admission requirement was to pray for Li Lei. Through her goddess charisma, the site that could accommodate 10,000 people was full, and many fans from overseas were also on their way… At this juncture, countless fans and passers-by had chosen to help her.

They rolled their hands into loudspeakers and shouted to the stage, “Xiao Ling, don’t worry, Li Lei will definitely get well!”

“Yes! God sees how much you love him, he would not bear to let him leave you!”

“He will definitely recover!”

“We will help you pray!”

The sound of people shouting one after another was like a wave.

Xia Ling looked below the stage and was too moved to speak. Her eyes turned slightly red. At this moment, she felt extremely fortunate that she was a big star, which allowed her to call so many people to pray sincerely for Li Lei. Her brother had said, the more people who prayed for the blessings, the more effective they would be. With the extent of Li Lei’s injury, gathering her fans from all over the world could barely count as an attempt.

She thanked the people below the stage and said to the camera lens, “To the friends who are watching this live broadcast in front of the TV and media, please support me as well. Thank you for your blessings. I will be grateful to you all forever!”

She also bowed deeply to the camera.

In front of the TV, many fans who could not go to the venue were also touched. They made up their minds to pray for her and Li Lei. She loved him so much, he would definitely be fine.

On the open stage, under the stars, she raised her microphone and sang.

The song she sang this time was different from any of her previous songs. It was a strange, inexplicable melody, like the mysterious chanting from a distant timezone, and was also like an unknown bird’s swirling cry.

This was the singing of the phoenix.

Everyone was shocked and immersed in the magnificent chanting for a long time. They had originally thought that even if it was a praying concert, she would use the classic repertoires of her past concerts, but this time, it was clearly a melody that nobody had ever heard before! There was no pattern being followed, yet it was still so beautiful it seemed otherworldly!

“Oh my God, what is this…” In front of the TV screen, a girl who was drinking water was shocked out of her soul, and the glass in her hands suddenly fell. “Mom… Mom, come and listen! I have never heard such good music! No, it’s not good, it’s… sacred!”

Sacred, solemn, and beautiful.

The wonderful chanting was like the flow of water under the starry sky, attracting countless people and immersing them in it.

Xia Ling was in white, and she slightly tilted her head and closed his eyes. Her pale lips that had almost lost all color were, however, spouting out the most shocking melody. The night wind blew across her clothes, making them flutter like a dream.

Before coming on stage, she had asked her brother anxiously, “What should I sing?”

Xia Moyan had said, “You don’t have to ask what to sing. When you get on the stage, you will naturally know. You are a phoenix. Your soul is deep in the memory of the ancient phoenix, and the array on the stage will help you remember the long-lost chantings. They come from your soul. As long as you open your mouth you will naturally know what to sing.”