"The leaders are here, please hurry up...are you about to get out of the elevator? Then wait for me at the door of the toilet, and we will go in together later...um...it's okay
, I have nothing to worry about, I’m so angry. Didn’t you also think that Ling Momo’s teacher would be Shinhwa? That day you sent her a text message and let her go, causing her to not participate in the competition. This was already very helpful.
I am, so it is bad luck to recite a song, but it is just a piece of music. If she likes to sing it, just sing it, as long as I have you..."
Next, Jian Chenxi said something in detail somewhere, but Ling Momo didn't listen to a word.
In my mind, there was only one sentence: "That day you sent her a text message and put her in a bad spot, causing her not to participate in the competition. This has already helped me."
It turned out that the text message she received that night, that Lu Niange asked her to ask her out, was false, but that he was helping Jian Chenxi was true.
Ling Momo couldn't tell what kind of emotions were floating in her heart.
I just feel that my whole body is weak and my hands and feet are cold.
Like a puppet, she slowly opened the door of the cubicle and stiffly stepped out of the bathroom.
.............
Outside the bathroom door is a long corridor with a low-key and simple style. Apart from some bonsai and murals made of portraits of singers, there are no other decorations.
Ling Momo took a quick look and saw the person standing not far away.
He leaned against the wall quietly, his eyebrows as gentle as ever. He wore a light blue suit and a dark red tie, and was dressed luxuriously and elegantly, just like the eye-catching prince at the dinner party.
He held a mobile phone in his hand, as if he had just hung up the phone, and his graceful fingertips slowly slid across the screen twice.
Ling Momo stood there in astonishment.
Six months later.
She finally met him——Lu Niange in reality.
The whole corridor was very quiet and quiet.
There was music playing from the competition venue not far away, and there were also the directing sounds of some staff.
Ling Momo just stood there, motionless, not even daring to take a breath, looking at Lu Niange in despair.
Her eyes were filled with thick mist.
Time passed by bit by bit.
Lu Niange frowned and looked at the time, then slowly turned his head.
The man's facial features are very delicate, and there is a hint of tiredness that is not easy to detect between his eyebrows.
His gaze was very gentle.
He just glanced at Ling Momo lightly and jumped away casually.
His eyes were very calm, with no surprise, no pause, and not even the slightest emotion.
I can’t remember exactly which year it was, but I know it was an early summer like now.
When she was in school, among thousands of people, she saw such a face at a glance, handsome and gentle.
He glanced at her just like that, a look that was heartless and indifferent, but it made her heart flutter slightly.
Ling Momo's nails dug into her palms hard, and it hurt. She was not dreaming, but why was it that the eyes he looked at her were so calm and clear without a trace of ripples?
It was as if he hadn't seen Ling Momo at all.
It was as if she had never appeared in his life.
In early summer, Ling Momo felt the coldness of winter.
How could he be so nonchalant?
He had been with her for four hundred and thirty-seven days, why could he be so blind to her?
