"May we call our designers to come up to the stage and join our beautiful models?" the host called out from the crowd. One by one, designers who participated and managed to enter the top ten made their way up to the stage one after another.
Li Meili stayed rooted in her place, her hands a little sweaty from nervousness. Did she really have to go up there and let everyone know that she was the Black Nightingale? At a time like this, she hoped that Tang Moyu was here to assure her that everything would be alright.
"Meili…" Zhang Jiren called her, noticing the hesitation on her face. "It's alright, darling. It's alright."
