In another rehearsal, the choir performed another of their songs. Ning was restless. Someone among those people caught her attention. Someone she knew well. "I have to let go of your hand..." She thought to herself. Her complete opposite was the one she should let go. Unpredictable, wild, raw. The part of herself she’s long tried to tame, to bury. But how do you walk away from something that shaped who you are? The truth is, the stranger across the room isn’t anyone else. It’s her. A mirrored version of herself she both fears and needs. Her past, her spark, her chaos. All embodied in one figure she must confront to move forward. As the final note of the rehearsal echoes, Ningning closes her eyes. She knows now: Letting go might mean losing herself. Or finally setting herself free.