Sister Qingyue, would you like to read the email sent by Venti Studio? "
Assistant Xiaoya handed the tablet to Lin Qingyue, with excitement on her face, "It's Su Cheng! That Su Cheng! He wants to hire our studio to be the chief designer for his concert tour! "
Lin Qingyue's hand that was drawing the design draft paused, and the pen tip left an abrupt ink dot on the paper.
Su Cheng.
This name was like a time bomb that had been buried deep in her heart for many years. It was suddenly dug out and was still ticking in her ears.
How long had it been since she heard that name?
No, in fact she hears it often. On TV, radio, billboards in shopping malls, and even songs played in roadside shops, his presence is pervasive. It's just that she learned to automatically block it every time, packing up that name and face, along with all related memories, and throwing them into a restricted area in her mind, sealing them and not allowing herself to touch them.
