"!! It's Boss Huang's "Perfect"! Give me a moment, thank you, give me a moment, thank you."
Jiang Qiyu struggled to squeeze forward in the crowd, and her shoulders were shaken by someone's bump. The band on the stage was singing the chorus, and warm yellow spotlights illuminated the stage. The occasional passing light was cut into fragments by the crowd, vaguely outlining the crowd.
Jiang Qiyu finally squeezed into the front row, and the lead singer happened to sing her favorite lyrics. As if remembering something, she stood on tiptoes and looked around excitedly. All she could see was the shaking backs of heads and the lovers hugging each other. She turned her attention back to the stage in disappointment.
Yan Zhiheng, who was standing behind, saw the girl's mood swings, became curious and bent down.
"What? You like this song very much?"
The warm breath brushed against the ears, and the noise of the crowd seemed to be filtered out by Yan Zhiheng's gentle voice, and then entered Jiang Qiyu's brain.
Jiang Qiyu slowly turned his head, the shadow cast by the brim of his hat covering his expression
. Yan Zhiheng thought she was going to speak, so he subconsciously leaned down, his forehead almost touching the brim of her hat. The moment their eyes met, it seemed like they were the only two people left in the world.
But Jiang Qiyu's eyes full of shock brought Yan Zhiheng back to reality. Her voice was filled with surprise, "How could it be you?"
"Why can't it be me?" Yan Zhiheng asked.
"No one should be you..." Jiang Qiyu turned back depressedly and knocked his forehead hard with the brim of her hat.
The warm yellow light still flickered across the moving crowd, but Yan Zhiheng's mind was filled with those eyes filled with disappointment just now.
Motto: Preconceptions are a bad habit.
