After I Amazed the World the Cold Alpha Regretted

Chapter 218

His voice came through, laced with amusement.

"Well, it seems everyone else has heard it already. You might want to check your account."

Confused, I quickly pulled up my social media profile, my fingers trembling slightly as I navigated through the notifications.

And there it was the video I had recorded in a moment of inspiration and left in my draft box had somehow gone live.

Over a hundred million views. Comments in languages I couldn't even recognize.

ple were raving about my return, dissecting every note, every visual.

I closed my eyes, a soft groan escaping my lips. "Rolin... this was a mistake. I didn't mean to-"

"I know," he interrupted with a chuckle. "I figured as much. But the world doesn't know that. They think you're back. And from the looks of it, they're thrilled."

I took a deep breath, trying to process it all.

Rolin continued, his tone turning more serious.

"There's also something else. I've signed you up for the peace exchange conference between humans and the other races. It's in a few days, and the organizers are beyond excited to have you perform. What do you want me to do? Cancel?" I sat there, phone pressed against my ear, my mind spinning.

Could I really do this? Could I make a full comeback, after all this time?

"Mummy?" Shirlika's small voice broke through my thoughts, her fingers tugging at my

sleeve.

who stood quietly watching me with those sharp

I thought about the world waiting outside-fans who had believed

a small smile tugging

"I figured you'd

I said, my voice growing stronger. "Ready to step back into

again stand

world, not just with my music-but with the life

was ready for them to see

gently as I stood in

special night, a dinner with Matira and Orlando, and I wanted the children to

together in the Thorne Valley

global shows and sometimes Matira goes to keep him company and surprise

the two of them stay together, like they're trying to make up for

have a relaxing and

life makes me

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Chapter 218

years ago, I was an orphan girl who was scolded by her adoptive parents, or a Lama who was dispensable in

with each spin, her bright, curious eyes fixed on her

had chosen a dress for her that matched her lively spirit-an emerald green velvet gown

at her waist, and the fabric

thick and curly, cascaded down her back in loose waves, held back by a small silver clip in the shape