"It’s easy to say ’let go’, but I can’t let it go. It’s simple to say ’give up’, but I can’t give it up... Luckily, you and I are destined..."
Applause, all around.
Xu Xia is well-known for her singing and dancing, but she mostly performs lively modern dances. This segnt of Indian dance is definitely the first in her stage career.
Tall figure, slender waist, exotic eye makeup... everything blends perfectly.
Her silhouette, illuminated by several spotlights, is extraordinarily beautiful.
Behind her, another light appears, and a small stage gradually rises, bringing another person into everyone’s sight.
On the luxurious white bed lies a man, dressed in an exquisite white suit, his short hair shining under the spotlight. Next to him, a stand holds an antique guitar with classical patterns.
Naturally, people shift their gaze towards the small stage to see who is playing this half-minute segnt on the classical guitar for Xu Xia.
The man in white wears a matte silver half-face mask, concealing his upper face and revealing only his alluring thin lips and sharp chin.
The corners of his lips slightly curve upwards, seeming to carry a faint smile.
Though it’s just half of his face, it’s enough to captivate the crowd, making countless female fans’ hearts flutter.
At this mont, Xu Xia happens to be singing the chorus part, she turns around and walks onto the rising small stage.
According to the performance design, she will step onto the small stage, "kiss the sleeping prince awake", and then the "prince" will play this crucial guitar segnt.
Ascending the small stage, Xu Xia approaches the luxurious bed, looking at the guitarist lying there.
Seeing the mask on his face and the familiar lips and chin, she is instantly filled with surprise.
What, a change of personnel?!
The previous guitarist was specially invited from the United States, a Chinese classical guitar expert, his chin was very square and this mask segnt wasn’t planned.
Who is this man, and why was the guitarist suddenly replaced?
Could it be that sothing happened to the previous one?!
Though puzzled, Xu Xia continues as rehearsed, bending down to kiss him.
Of course, this kiss is part of the performance, just getting close, a distant air kiss, with her veil in between, then he would ’wake up’.
She leans down, raising her hand to hold his face, gently approaching the man in white.
As the face cos increasingly closer, she can’t help but feel that those lips, that chin... are so familiar.
With barely ten centiters between them, she can even feel his breath when the man suddenly raises the corners of his lips, revealing a very slight smile.
Upon seeing that smile line, Xu Xia freezes.
That smile, she knows it too well, familiar enough to recognize at a glance—it’s Leng Zirui!
How did he get on stage?!
Everything is too sudden, too stimulating, she can only stand frozen, forgetting to "kiss" forward.
The audience waits for the kiss, and noticing her sudden pause, soone imdiately calls out loudly.
"Kiss him, kiss him..."
Hearing the voices, Xu Xia finally regains her senses, lowers her face and lightly kisses his lips.
His Royal Highness the Prince’s tightly closed eyes imdiately open.
Their faces close together, she instantly recognizes those eyes filled with amusent.
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