Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

The dressing room was brightly lit at 3 p.m.

Lu Er sat quietly in front of the mirror, letting the makeup artist work on her face.

"Your skin is amazing, not a single blemish!" the makeup artist exclaimed in amazement. "You look beautiful even without makeup."

Lu Er was wearing a white suit, with a cluster of graceful green bamboo embroidered on the lapel and hem with extremely fine silver thread interspersed with emerald green silk thread.

The suit exudes a classic Chinese charm, making the wearer's skin appear even fairer and giving her an elegant and refined air.

Yan Huaijin, already made up, walked over in a composed black suit.

The attention to detail is equally remarkable; the hem and cuffs are embroidered with blooming lotus flowers in light pink and silver-white silk thread, exuding elegance and sophistication.

The two stood together, one in black and one in white, their bamboo and lotus complementing each other, creating an unexpected harmony and perfect match.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Lu Er hesitated before speaking, "Teacher Yan, our clothes..."

Yan Huaijin explained with a gentle smile, "Tonight we will be singing 'Sharing the Same Boat' together. The stylist specially arranged it with the meaning of 'Bamboo and lotus reflecting each other, sharing the same boat through wind and rain'."

Lu Er suddenly realized that Song Jingmo would also be watching from the audience, and felt a little anxious and nervous.

In the evening, the charity gala officially began.

The venue was decorated in a solemn and luxurious manner, and celebrities from all walks of life gathered together.

The host and official representatives from various countries spoke in turn, urging everyone to donate generously to help people in war-torn regions rebuild their homes.

Song Jingmo sat in the front row with his mother, wearing a well-tailored dark suit and standing tall.

His expression was rather indifferent, somewhat out of place amidst the noisy revelry around him.

When the host announced that the performers of "Sailing Together" were Lu Er and Yan Huaijin, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

The two walked onto the stage side by side, and a spotlight shone on the center of the stage, making their meticulously designed "Emerald Bamboo" and "Ink Lotus" outfits even clearer.

Song Jingmo's gaze instantly fixed on Lu Er's white suit.

The lifelike bamboo accentuates the person's slender waist and long legs, giving them a clean and refined appearance.

When her gaze fell upon Yan Huaijin's black lotus-patterned suit, which clearly echoed the outfit, her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

As the music began to play softly, Lu Er and Yan Huaijin quickly got into the mood.

The song tells the story of two close friends who support each other and overcome difficulties together during wartime.

The two sang solo at times and gazed at each other with deep affection at others, bringing the profound feelings in the song to life.

"Wild geese cannot fly across, the moonlight is cold for a thousand miles, yet they always land on my window frame, where I wait..."

Lu Er's clear voice was very tender, and her gaze unconsciously swept across the audience.

The gaze quickly swept across Song Jingmo's expressionless face before finally settling back on Yan Huaijin.

Yan Huaijin's voice was deep and steady: "Last night I dreamt of my youth, when you wrote 'Return safely,' and now I am at the border, snow falling on my armor..."

Lu Er continued singing in harmony, her eyes filled with just the right amount of dependence and warmth: "Where the smoke rises from the chimneys, thousands of homes are bathed in a warm glow, and one of those lamps is mine, waiting for your gaze..."

On stage, a touching performance of deep friendship unfolded; off stage, Song Jingmo's hands, resting on her knees, tightened silently.

The tacit eye contact, the matching outfits, and the waiting and watching described in the lyrics all resemble a meticulously crafted painting.

But the person standing next to Lu Er in the painting is not him.

When the song ended, thunderous applause erupted.

A wealthy woman donated a staggering 100 million yuan on the spot, astonishing everyone present.

The wealthy woman, holding the microphone, smiled and said, "I really love your song 'Moonlight and Dust.' I wonder if I'd have the honor of hearing you sing it again?"

Lu Er was a little surprised, but quickly smiled and nodded: "Of course, thank you for your love and support."

He felt it was his duty to do his part for charity.

As the familiar intro to "Moonlight and Dust" begins, this song sounds more ethereal and lingering compared to the weighty "Sharing the Same Boat".

Lu Er stood in the center of the stage, his white figure bathed in the lights.

"You are the moonlight on porcelain, I am the everyday life on earth, an infatuated gaze..."

Lu Er's singing voice is ethereal, filled with devout longing: "I walk towards the light, treading over a thousand waves..."

The wealthy woman seemed deeply moved after hearing this.

I couldn't help but ask, "I'm a fan of yours, and if I may ask, is the moonlight in your song based on a real person?"

The question was so direct that the audience fell silent instantly, everyone looking at Lu Er with curiosity.

Lu Er's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the microphone, her heart suddenly racing.

My gaze involuntarily drifted to the audience, to the handsome and striking figure in the first row, dressed in a simple suit.

The two looked at each other.

With just one glance, Lu Er hastily looked away, as if she had been burned.

He took a deep breath, his cheeks slightly flushed, but his voice carried clearly through the microphone throughout the venue: "Yes."

Then, amidst the even more curious gazes of the crowd, he added softly, "He's right here."

"Wow!"

The audience erupted in uproar, with shouts and discussions rising and falling.

Everyone's eyes lingered on several celebrities and artists who might have had dealings with Lu Er.

"Let's sing together on the same stage!"

Someone shouted out first, and many others immediately echoed it, instantly pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

"Sing one song, and I'll donate another 50 million."

"Sing one song, and I'll donate another 50 million."

Lu Er panicked; he knew Song Jingmo's personality. He never liked participating in highly entertaining occasions, let alone singing on stage.

He quickly picked up the microphone, wanting to politely decline: "Well, maybe..."

"it is good."

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the man in the first row, who had been sitting quietly with a cold and aloof demeanor, slowly stand up.

As if it had a mind of its own, the spotlight immediately followed.

Lu Er looked over in disbelief.

Song Jingmo had already stood up at some point, ignoring the various probing gazes around him, and walked calmly toward the stage.

The spotlight followed him instinctively, enveloping his tall figure.

Lu Er was completely stunned, standing frozen on the stage with the microphone in his hand. He watched as Song Jingmo walked step by step onto the stage and towards him.

On the stage, the two stood side by side.

One is as cool and aloof as the moon, the other as beautiful and radiant as dust, forming a striking contrast, yet strangely harmonious.

Lu Er leaned closer to Song Jingmo and asked worriedly in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Can you sing? Do you need...?"

Song Jingmo turned his head and looked at Lu Er's eyes, which were slightly widened in surprise.

His eyes were deep, as if they held many unspoken words.

Though his voice was also lowered, his tone carried an undeniable certainty, clearly reaching Lu Er's ears:

"No need. I can sing all your songs."

"..."

Lu Er froze on the spot, her heart feeling as if it had been hit hard by something, leaving it tingling and numb.

Song Jingmo can sing all of his songs?

How could that be? Hasn't Song Jingmo never been interested in these things?