Bab 739: Story Of My Life (1)

The audience fell into a hush as the last group went up the stage. 

They held in their breaths as June stood at the very center with a small smile. The audience wanted to scream, but with one action from June—his index finger against his lips—they continued to stay silent.

The stage was bathed in a gentle glow, the kind of light that promised a fresh start and endless possibilities. A soft, pink hue enveloped the performers, giving the scene a warm, inviting atmosphere. 

The girls were dressed in adorable, almost schoolgirl-like outfits—plaid skirts, knee-high socks, and white blouses with Peter Pan collars. Their hair was tied up in neat ponytails with bright ribbons that bounced with every movement. June, in his crisp polo shirt and jaunty sailor scarf, looked like the picture of youth. He looked like a reliable older brother to the young girls, which added more to his charm.