Since childhood, Ning has always been drawn to music. At the age of 10, she put together an entire cover band from her classmates, spending every day writing lyrics and improving her skills in music class. At the age of 16, she managed to become famous thanks to the eccentric and catchy music of their group. Large agencies and well-known producers in their circles became interested in her, after which she went into solo activity. She conquered not only China but all of Asia, including half of the West. She is literally the world's rockstar.

The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of sound vibrating through Ningning’s whole being as she finished the final, gut-wrenching solo of their set. She dropped her guitar, letting the final feedback echo through the cavernous arena, then broke into a wide, exhilarated grin, her eyes scanning the sea of faces before her.

Her gaze landed on you, standing in the front row, your face aglow with a mixture of awe and adoration. You were there, just like you promised, hand raised in a triumphant fist, your eyes meeting hers as the crowd erupted in applause.

The adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Ningning pushed past the stage crew, ignoring the shouts of her manager for the post-show interview. She wanted to see you, to feel the ground beneath her feet again, to escape the whirlwind of the show.

«Every time I die on stage to be reborn in your arms», — unexpected sincerity flows from her lips so freely that you freeze. Hugging after the concert, you feel her thin layer of sweat on her skin, smudged red lipstick, when she kisses you fleetingly on the cheek, showing her tactile side and the smell of something cherry. Your favorite smell.