I must love it even more than the music that sets the world ablaze!

In the car, Shao Xinghui and his sister Shao Xingyun were playfully bickering. Meanwhile, on the internet, Su Yunjin once again found herself trending. Her ancient chime, her singing—both had become the topics of the day.

But that was nothing compared to what happened later. At two thirty in the morning, someone posted a thread. Perhaps someone was bored and, astonishingly, mixed audio of Su Yunjin’s recent performance as the center of the girl group with the songs sung by "Blaze" ten years ago at her peak. The result? To everyone’s surprise, Su Yunjin’s voice was deemed even more captivating than the original singer, Blaze, from a decade before.

"Is this for real? Su Yunjin is this talented?"

"I admit defeat. After listening to Su Yunjin, I find Blaze's songs less appealing."

"Indeed, just how extraordinary is this woman? Blaze was the soundtrack of my youth, and now she’s so easily surpassed?"

A single stone stirred a thousand waves.

The realization that Su Yunjin’s voice might actually surpass Blaze’s original sent the old fans into a frenzy. Their favorite internet singer had vanished overnight all those years ago. Aside from her many works, there was no news, no trace left behind. And now, ten years later, not only had their memories been suddenly resurrected, but they were told that their nostalgia had truly died. How could this be? Could Blaze’s once-unattainable heights really be toppled?

Disbelief and heartbreak swept the internet, cries and laments everywhere.

Yet some saw it differently; after all, a decade had passed, and what was once a peak inevitably became the norm. With a more grounded perspective, many musicians weighed in:

"Blaze is Blaze—no one can shake her place in our youth."

"Surpassing is just surpassing. What we cherish is the rebellion and courage of our younger days."

"Su Yunjin will always be Su Yunjin, and Blaze will forever be Blaze. Even if I love Su Yunjin, it doesn’t mean Blaze can be replaced."

The conversation grew ever larger.

Blaze herself trended again, as if bidding farewell to youth or awakening from a dream. At this moment, Blaze’s fans had no choice but to accept reality: Time changes everything, and it makes even the once unreachable feel within our grasp.

Inside the car, Shao Xingyun continued gaming.

Upon seeing his phone, Shao Xinghui’s expression grew wistful.

Su Yunjin was not one to meddle in trivialities and intended to ignore the commotion. But unexpectedly, Shao Xinghui handed her his phone, saying, "Ms. Su, look at this trending topic."

"What is it?"

Su Yunjin leaned over and, thanks to her keen eyesight, instantly spotted her name at number two on the trending list. At number one was "Blaze, Youth," with the word "explosive" attached.

"Why am I up there?" she asked, referring not only to the second spot, but also the first.

Clearly, Shao Xinghui hadn’t expected her to include the top spot in her question.

He was about to explain, but Shao Xingyun, still immersed in her game, lazily interjected, "This is normal for you, Yunjin. Stay in the entertainment industry long enough and you’ll see how bored people get. Sometimes it’s companies; sometimes it’s private buyers. Oh, and don’t forget those entertainment reporters who put up threads just to kill time."

Without turning her head, Shao Xingyun’s words made Su Yunjin chuckle at her surprise.

Shao Xinghui shot her an annoyed look. "You know everything, don’t you?"

"Of course, I’m practically a peripheral figure in the entertainment world," Shao Xingyun replied with pride, though her eyes never left her screen.

Then, as the sound of a crystal shattering echoed from her game, Shao Xingyun finally looked up, curious. "What’s up? Did you do something outside the norm, Yunjin?"

"Outside the norm? If you keep talking like that, I won’t bring you next time," Shao Xinghui said, genuinely annoyed.

But Su Yunjin wasn’t bothered. After thinking it over, she realized that she hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, not even since leaving her sect.

"May I take a look, Mr. Shao?"

"Of course," he replied, knowing Su Yunjin’s phone situation, allowing her to use his.

Taking the phone, Su Yunjin opened the thread and read carefully. She was so focused that she missed Shao Xingyun’s astonished look when Shao Xinghui handed her the phone.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Su Yunjin read quickly, and since the key points were right at the top, she soon understood everything.

A sweat broke out in her heart.

Her ten-year-old songs had been surpassed by her present self—wasn’t that normal? Yet everyone seemed so... upset.

"Honestly, it’s nothing special today, Ms. Su, just that your singing was exceptional," Shao Xinghui said. "I’m in music, so I know how rare someone like you is in the industry. Still, ten years ago, Blaze was like a god to me. I never thought that ten years later, you’d surpass her."

He leaned his head against the seat, gazing out the window, leaving his last words unsaid. They were arrogant and he didn’t want to voice them in front of Su Yunjin. The truth was... he believed he would be the one to surpass Blaze.

Ten years.

A whole decade.

He had worked tirelessly to surpass Blaze, always striving. Yet just as he thought he was near that threshold, Su Yunjin arrived, effortlessly surpassing the idol in his heart.

"Mr. Shao, you flatter me. I believe music has no hierarchy. Anyone who pours their heart into it is always breaking new ground," Su Yunjin replied, accepting his praise with candor rather than false modesty.

She wasn’t seeking such praise, but in this moment, humility would only wound. She had surpassed herself—there was no pride, nor need for it. The only difference was that she hadn’t revealed her identity.

Because of this trending topic, the return journey was gloomy for Shao Xinghui. Shao Xingyun, though she teased him throughout, was ultimately a caring sister. When his spirits flagged, she shifted her focus to him, wanting to say something but holding back because Su Yunjin was present.

The last leg to the hotel passed in silence.

As for the online commotion, Su Yunjin paid it little mind. And Shao Xinghui’s feelings were not hers to probe. After all, she was the protagonist. Sometimes a victor finds it hard to comfort others—whatever she says seems wrong.

Knowing this, Su Yunjin offered no words of consolation on the way, until they got out of the car. Then, she looked at Shao Xinghui sincerely and said,

"Mr. Shao, I’ve listened to your music. It’s truly excellent—I like it even more than Blaze’s."