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The Royal Danish Theatre, built by the sea.

A sail stretches out from the shore, like a ship about to set sail, carrying the musician's dream and sailing to the sea.

Looking up is the blue sky, looking down is the blue sea, both clear, same vast, same infinite power...

45:[-] am.

In the theater, the stage effects, sound facilities and other links have been arranged.

The show entered the final countdown.

The audience moved in one after another, and the actors got ready backstage.

A lake-like blue curtain hangs on the stage, blocking the audience's view.

Behind the stage, the band has entered the arena one after another.

A white piano is placed in the center of the orchestra, sacred and elegant.

A young man in a white dress sat in front of the piano, motionless, with his fingers resting on the keys but not playing, letting his long feathery blond hair be picked up by the wind and fluttering in front of his forehead.

His thick and curly eyelashes drooped slightly, forming a row of arc-shaped shadows under his eyes, but they did not cover those bright and noble eyes like sapphires, and his charming thin lips were pursed into an aloof posture.

A middle-aged man came from the backstage, bowed three meters behind him, and whispered in Danish, "Your Highness, Miss Ming hasn't come yet."

The man in front of the piano raised his eyes, and a complex sharpness passed through his blue eyes, his thin lips slightly raised, and he stood up gracefully.

The white light shone on his graceful and handsome face, making his milk-white skin even more perfectly radiant.

The dreamy Kingdom of Denmark has an unparalleled natural climate, and the people living here have smooth and fair skin.

Not to mention His Royal Highness the Third Prince, Long Lin.

His whole body exuded an aristocratic atmosphere, and every detail was flawless.

As handsome as an angel, and as noble as a king, there is always a suffocating shallow smile on his lips.

"Haven't you got in touch yet?" His voice was as clear as the wind, and his tone was elegant.

"I haven't been able to get in touch, Your Highness." The middle-aged man replied respectfully, "The performance is about to start, and the director suggested using Angel instead."

"No, wait for her, she will definitely come." Long Lin still had that charming smile on his lips, but there was an irresistible majesty in his eyes.

"So, do you need to postpone the performance? Your Highness."

"Start on time."

"Yes!"

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