C17

"No, no, I'm so nervous. They're all so powerful." Cui Hua held Mo Mei's hand, her palm was covered in sweat, and she was extremely nervous.

"Cui Hua, don't be like this. Should I accompany you to the washroom? Anyway, there's still some time before we enter the stage. " Mo Mei said to Cui Hua, and then pulled her up.

Cui Hua's legs were weak. On the way to the restroom