For this reason, she is often compared by netizens to a delicate orchid in a secluded valley because, judging by appearances alone, Tilan indeed seems somewhat fragile.
After listening to Tilan's gripes and minor complaints, the others couldn't help but laugh.
"So that's to say, Tilan doesn't think she's weak, huh."
"It's not about being strong, it's just that I feel a bit overprotected. I'm actually not that fragile," Tilan shook her head slightly.
After hearing her explanation, the three of them smiled.
"It seems we've indeed never seen Tilan admitting defeat and collapsing," the three of them recalled.
"In high school, Tilan was like a miracle," Blanchi commented.
"Why do everyone still think Tilan needs looking after, is it because she's soft and easy to bully, hehehe," said Shui Yanqing, laughing herself.
"Tilan is indeed easy to talk to," Ores added thoughtfully.
"For many things, it's not to the point where I must refuse," the girl shook her head slightly. She actually understood everyone's difficulties quite well.
"So you see, this is Tilan for you."
"Shining brightly~" Blanchi made a metaphor.
"Honest and straightforward," Ores pointed out what she liked.
"Loved by everyone," Shui Yanqing mentioned what she admired.
"Alright, stop the compliments," Tilan knew the others were goading her, and she really didn't know how to respond properly.
Nodding and saying, "Yes, this is me," would be too narcissistic; but completely denying it would seem a bit insincere and overly modest, because she indeed aspired to be that kind of person.
After this walk, the atmosphere among the four girls relaxed considerably and returned to normal. However, in their conversations, Ores and Shui Yanqing tacitly avoided engaging with each other's comments, only speaking up when talking with Tilan or Blanchi.
The afternoon rehearsal began, and after the four became familiar with the piece, they were seated with the orchestra in the Golden Hall, temporarily joining as members to practice together and get used to each other's rhythm and the overall procedure.
By six o'clock in the evening, the first day of rehearsal came to an end, and the four were ready to leave.
The Four Winds Hotel at night was brilliantly lit, with the two giant trees they had seen during the day now bathed in the night's illumination, their leaves reflecting a pale light, against the curved dome of the night sky, creating a beautiful scene.
As the four reached the ground floor lobby, like many staff members leaving work, they slowly walked under the giant trees, admiring and taking in the night scene.
In this manner, they enjoyed the tranquility until a commotion broke the silence; a woman in a deep purple suit greeted a group of young people entering through the main door, followed by a large entourage of suit-clad individuals carrying briefcases, surrounding and revering the central few like stars around the moon.
As this group arrived in the center of the lobby, many of the workers by the side promptly stood in position and bowed in greeting, except for a few who did not conform, among whom the four songstresses stood out.
One of the young people being surrounded looked up and his gaze fell upon the four girls, quickly becoming attracted to one of them.
Jet-black hair, eyes like tear-filled orbs, particularly evoking sympathy and affection, at least in his view.
To everyone's surprise, this young man of no simple status walked straight over and approached the girl.
"I am Aust, one of the owners of this hotel, heir to the South Wind deity Notos family. May I invite this young lady to dine with me?" He was very assertive and clearly aware of the strong influence his status brought. For someone like him, there was no need for any complicated courtship techniques.
The girl was taken aback, covering her mouth with a hand, while the other three girls at her side also found themselves under the gaze of the group.
"Why not just accept?" Ores whispered with a hint of a chuckle at the side.
"What to do," said Blanchi.
"If you don't like him, just refuse," Tilan spoke up, because the one being invited was none other than Shui Yanqing with her black hair.