Su He's voice was a little trembling, but it reached Qiao Si's ears accurately through the phone.
Not only Qiao Si, but everyone in the locker room heard this sentence.
The finger holding the lipstick trembled slightly, and Qiaosi's brain remained blank for three seconds before continuing to apply makeup on herself. She put the lipstick on the table, took out a cotton pad and gently wiped the redness at the corner of her mouth.
There were no traces, but his expression didn't change at all.
The people in the dressing room who were whispering suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at Qiao Si with different expressions. Just ten seconds ago, they were amazed by Qiao Si's dress, but they didn't know her.
We can only discuss in a low voice.
Li Ting was standing behind her. She looked at the mobile phone on the table and then at the calm face in her glasses. She couldn't help but pat her shoulder lightly.
Qiao Si also looked at herself in the mirror. Her delicate makeup made her look a little lonely, with only a little sparkle between her brows and eyes.
"...Qiaoqiao?" Su He's voice sounded again, "Are you listening?"
Qiao Si's expression still didn't change at all. She reached out and picked up the phone on the table and said calmly, "I know."
Then, he hung up the phone.
Li Ting wanted to see something different on Qiao Si's face, but she didn't. However, she was a little worried after all, and asked in a low voice, "Qiao Si, are you... okay?"
"I'm fine." Qiao Si smiled lightly and shook his head.
After knowing each other for two years, in Li Ting's eyes, Qiao Si has always been like this. She is indifferent and indifferent to favors and insults. She maintains a polite but distant distance from everyone, as if nothing can shake her.
Even at this moment, she was lovelorn.
The door to the locker room was suddenly pushed open, and the field staff shouted, "Ms. Qiao Si, get ready to play."
Qiao Si replied with a "good" word, checked his clothes one last time, and after confirming that they were correct, stood up.
Li Ting handed her the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, "Come on!"
"Thank you." Qiao Si took the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, thanked him, and walked out of the dressing room calmly.
She stood waiting behind the scenes, holding on to the oil-paper umbrella with her fingers harder and harder, her eyes blinking non-stop, feeling a little astringent.
Just an hour ago, she received a text message, which was an interview notice for a civil servant in Shangze City. She was full of joy and was about to tell Su He the good news, but who could have imagined...
"...Next, please enjoy the classical dance - Xue Yue!"
As the host announced the curtain, Qiao Si also stood at the corner of the stage. When the music started, all the lights on and off the stage went out, and only a spotlight shone on her.
Suddenly a breeze blew by, and snowflakes flew and fell. She opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked to the center of the stage step by step. Her cold face looked a little sad at this moment.
After walking to the center of the stage, she threw away the umbrella in her hand and slowly untied her cloak. The cloak slid down, revealing her pure white dress. She began to dance, raising her hands, turning around, waving her sleeves and kicking her legs.
, all revealing the classical beauty of the East.
She has waist-length black hair, and snowflakes are still falling on her hair.
She has learned dance since she was a child and has solid basic skills. Under the influence of her parents, she prefers classical dance. However, she has rarely danced in front of people in these years. If Li Ting hadn't betrayed her this time, she would definitely not
Come to Xinhai Group's party.
As the music reached its climax, her movements became more graceful, but her white clothes and indifferent expression made her look even colder.
She heard the audience become noisy, with bursts of noise, including applause, whistles, and screams. She knew that she had once again shocked the audience.
The dance finally ended. Accompanied by the final music, she put the cloak over her shoulders again, picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground, and left the stage along the way she came.
When she left the stage, the light once again overwhelmed the entire audience, followed by waves of applause, deafening.