The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 106's

At night, Pei Ziheng would caress the wound on his ankle with his slender fingers. “Xiao Ling, why make yourself suffer? If you listen to me, I won't treat you this way, "he said with a soft sigh.

He trembled in his arms, afraid that he would see through the pain that he was hiding, hatred and disgust for him, and how desperate he was to escape from this nightmare.

If he realized something, he would torture him painfully.

Therefore, he never dared to write the lyrics for his song.

He could only shout the lyrics over and over again in his head. However, he had trouble composing the melody. Pei Ziheng had once consulted with professionals to analyze his script, but psychologists and scientists frowned and said that this was not a musical score, but it is only the result of hallucinations driven by long-term incarceration.

Thus, Pei Ziheng was freed from his doubts.

He finished "The Caged Butterfly" bit by bit. It was the only refuge for his soul in the dark times he was imprisoned and humiliated. Only while working on this song can she be herself and express her feelings instead of being her puppet and pretend that she is a willing party despite being tormented from head to toe.

Xia Ling thought that this song was the main reason why she did not experience the full effects of Stockholm Syndrome under its influence. It represented his soul, which though pitiful, was real.

At that final concert, he stood on stage, while hundreds of thousands of fans below cheered for a repeat.

Impulsively, he chose this song. At that moment, he just wanted to live for himself.

There is no musical accompaniment.

He sang alone, surprising the audience and amazed them.

However, the irony was that when he was in the middle of the song, the stage suddenly went out. In the darkness, a sharp pain pierced through his back and he was then pushed off the stage by someone, which led to his death.

After her death, although her fans were overwhelmed with grief, they also regretted that she only managed to sing half of “The Caged Butterfly. Half of this song was purely Xia Ling's voice, not set or remixed before.

As such, many fans asked Imperial Entertainment to continue producing songs.

However, Imperial Entertainment did not provide an official statement.

Or rather, it was Feng Kun who chose to remain silent.

She was the exclusive producer of Xia Ling whom she worked with her entire life, and it was definitely her job if "The Caged Butterfly" needed an arrangement. If he doesn't take a stand, no producer has the guts or the ability to do so.

Xia Ling's legacy, these few words weighed on everyone's hearts.

Now, Feng Kun is back. He organized a press conference, stating—

“In the past, I didn't dare to touch 'The Caged Butterfly' because it was the last song Xiao Ling sang. It brought too much meaning and despair. I didn't believe in making it into a good song and didn't want to ruin it, so I went abroad to collect my thoughts. Now that I return, finishing this song for Xiao Ling is a responsibility I cannot avoid. I wouldn't say that I would perfect the song, but I would put myself in his shoes and put the song back to my best. The song will be arranged according to his style. ”

“Come, don't be so pretentious. The fact that she was back at this time made it clear that she was doing this to distract the public from Xia Yu. ”Sister Mai Na snorted as she watched television with Xia Ling.

"He's not that kind of person," Xia Ling said slowly.

"You say it like you know him well. "Suster Mai Na sneered.

"I suspect Pei Ziheng called her back," Xia Ling said sadly. Based on Feng Kun's personality, since he had stated that Imperial Entertainment was not suitable to be his employer, he would not return of his own volition to help those who hurt him. With his status, the only person who could call him back was Pei Ziheng. He must have played dirty to make Feng Kun give up on him.

Sister Mai Na looked at him in surprise. “Wow, I didn't expect you to suddenly become so smart! How do you guess her? The boss had sent people to track their movements, and it was indeed Pei Ziheng who made Feng Kun return. It was said that Feng Kun was unwilling to return, and had already submitted his resignation. I wonder what method Pei Ziheng used to make him return obediently. ”

Xia Ling laughed bitterly. He knew this was going to happen.

Pei Ziheng put in a lot of effort just for Xia Yu.

Yet…

It was not his business that Pei Ziheng valued right now.

He cares more about his old friend Feng Kun and the making of “The Caged Butterfly. ”

Not only him, but many members of the public also paid attention to the restoration of the song.

Feng Kun led a small team to analyze the script he left behind. Reportedly, the manuscripts are messy and fragmented. The details are either contradictory or have logical leaps, increasing the difficulty of recovering the manuscript.

Rumor has it that when the legendary Diva Xia Ling made this song, her mental health was in poor condition.

Not long after that Feng Kun stopped his team from revealing their progress to the public and rejected all media interviews, focusing on the task at hand. No matter how hard the entertainment reporters tried to dig, they could not obtain any information about the development of the song. The only legitimate information was accidentally disclosed by one of the team members.

“It has burdened Mr. Feng to produce this song, he would become so emotional that he could not form words during the meeting. ”

All of Xia Ling's fans related to her and left their good wishes on the official website one by one.

On this sad note, Diva Xia Ling's first death anniversary was imminent.

Lotus lanterns, as well as white candles, and small daisies could be seen everywhere.

The radio station replayed the song over and over again.

Even Sister Mai Na had personally made seven lotus lanterns and dragged Xia Ling to the riverbank. He was a big fan, very dedicated at the time. When he released the lotus lantern into the water, he said his prayers while on the verge of crying.

Xia Ling was standing under a huge willow tree, not knowing how to comfort her.

A blood crescent hung in the sky as the dim moonlight loomed over the earth, making it appear blurry and gloomy.

Sister Mai Na stood at the top of the river path and watched silently as her lotus lanterns drifted further down the river towards the lotus lantern sea. Thousands of white petals carried candles, as the light from the candles lit up in the river.

“I have admired him since his debut,” Sister Mai Na said suddenly.

Xia Ling stiffened, before realizing that she was referring to her past life.

Sister Mai Na did not wait for her reaction and continued to speak, “At that time, I was still a small assistant with insignificant salary, doing useless and trivial things. There were a few times when I thought I couldn't continue until I heard him singing playing from a record player on the street. ”