On stage, the host announced FOR’s entrance with fervent enthusiasm. Instantly, the venue erupted as countless fans screamed their beloved idol’s name. With the overhead lights extinguished, only red, yellow, blue, and green glow sticks of the same shape but different colors waved passionately in the air. When Wen Yan heard Ye Xian’s name, she jerked awake from her dream, "Baby Xian, Baby Xian, is it Baby Xian’s turn now?" She hurriedly took out the light stick and banner she had prepared in advance, wore them on her head, and waved them in her hands, cheering and shouting like the other fans. Bo Tingshen and Pang Kai, drawn unexpectedly by the abrupt cries, looked at the ’green’ light stick she wore on her head. Pang Kai: "..." Madam, have you considered the feelings of the lord and the CEO? With a loud "Whoosh!" the lights on the stage also went out. Colored beams of light shot up from around the oval platform, spraying a haze of dry ice fog, merging mystically. The music started with the preamble to "ARDENT BOY," a sequence of increasingly sensual and heavy male gasps and heartbeats, thick with pheromones, drawing everyone’s excited and agitated gaze to the stage, where fans could hardly contain their surging hearts, wishing they could rush forth. The fog and light beams intermingled, shrouding the stage in mystery, like a beauty cloaked in a sheer veil, unwilling to unveil herself, driving the audience mad with curiosity and desire. As the heartbeat and gasps peaked, the swirling fog dissipated, revealing four dashing and dazzling figures at the center of the stage. The fans in the audience saw their beloved Brother Ze and erupted into shrill screams. "Brother Ze!!! Brother Ze!!!" "Yan Yan!! My husband Yan Yan ahhhh!" "Xian Kid! Kid!! Mama’s right here!" The members appeared in the following order: Jiang Wanze, Cary, Lin Yan, and Ye Xian. Jiang Wanze was dressed in a black performance outfit that blended punk and workwear elements, showcasing his lean and muscular physique. The zippers were asymmetrically placed, with wrists and ankles tightly bound, exuding an austere vibe from within. Cary wore a red suit with only one button fastened, revealing the smooth lines from his neck to his chest. Around his neck hung a purple necklace. On many people, the combination of bright red and fantasy purple might seem gaudy, but on Cary, it was a perfect fit, provoking screams of excitement – his unabashed, flamboyant allure epitomized the unrestrained Cary. Lin Yan stayed true to his consistent style with a light-patterned, elegant dark suit. He had meticulously tailored the collar, cuffs, and knees for the stage. From a distance, he maintained the air of a prince who could bow in courtesy at any moment and invite you onto his pumpkin carriage. Ye Xian, however, was dressed most distinctively and strikingly. He wore a white base jacket embroidered with vivid, bright red Phoenix Tail Feather patterns, adorned with gold thread tassels. The piece stood out for both its eye-catching design and the silhouette it created, resembling the shape of a phoenix poised to soar into the heavens. This jacket was not only visually stunning but also rich in symbolism. The rebirth of the phoenix from the ashes, the transformation it symbolized, was a portrait of the significant changes that had taken place in Ye Xian himself over time. And the phoenix ready to spread its wings and soar was a hope and prophecy for his promising future.