Love in this world is peculiar, it exists in countless forms, and even when it causes pain, it can still trigger that love deep in her heart.
Sotis it’s because of pain that love becos even more unforgettable, perhaps Charlotte Miller is such a person, the deeper he hurts her, the harder it is for her to forget him.
The concert officially starts at eight o’clock, but people started entering as early as six.
Jack Smith gave Charlotte Miller a ticket that goes through a different VIP access, so she could enter later.
Charlotte Miller leaned against the railing outside the stadium, watching groups of fashionably dressed young girls stream in, each with a cute headband on their heads, a ’North’ character bobbing on the headbands, which lit up in pink as night fell, making the entire square outside the stadium look spectacular.
It seed like every girl wore one, except for her. Charlotte saw that there were support items being sold outside, pondering whether she should also buy one to wear, but she didn’t like it, so she dismissed the thought.
Various dia reporters were busy as well, taking photos of people entering and starting to send out press releases.
Among the crowd, Charlotte Miller would absolutely be the most striking and the easiest to beco the focus; even as she quietly leaned against the railing, she beca a beautiful scene.
When a few reporters pointed their caras at her, Charlotte instinctively turned her face away, and in that mont of lowering her head, she heard the flash of caras, the reporters satisfied with the girl captured in the fra. Behind her was a vast sunset, the pink lights like a flowing river forming her backdrop, so beautiful it seed almost unreal, like an oil painting.
Charlotte chuckled a bit, wondering if these reporters would imagine her as the girl who couldn’t buy a ticket, just wanting to listen to her idol’s music from afar like a cute, infatuated little fan?
She really looked like she couldn’t get a ticket, even a ticket vendor had approached her, softly asking: "Hey, beauty, want a ticket? Seventh row for just ten grand, five thousand for the back rows, standing tickets for three thousand, it’s about to start, I heard Jack Smith will tear off his clothes in the opening, you shouldn’t miss it..." The ticket vendor enticed Charlotte as if spending ten grand for a glimpse of Jack Smith tearing off his clothes was totally worth it.
Charlotte’s lips curled into a faint smile, blooming like a crabapple flower in the sunset, making the vendor almost srized: "How about this, girl, leave a number, I’ll give you a 10% discount, can’t go any lower..."
She slipped her hand into her pocket, feeling the two tickets Jack Smith gave her, Charlotte’s red lips parted in playful amusent as she asked the vendor: "Got a seat in the center of the front row?"
The vendor froze for a mont: "Girl, either you don’t understand, or are you joking? Can the center front row be for sale? First ti going to a concert, huh? That spot can’t be bought at any price, don’t be silly..." The vendor rambled on, such tickets are usually complintary, very hard to find on the market, especially the center front row facing the stage, definitely a girl who hasn’t been to a concert before.
Charlotte just smiled and said nothing more, and walked into the VIP access.
The entire venue turned into a pink sea of lights, with Charlotte sitting directly in the center facing the stage, feeling the cheers and screams around her, yet the more ecstatic it got, the more the helpless loneliness inside her was revealed.
She too loved music, and during the nights when she and Atlas Hallow would sit side by side on the sofa, she’d have a cup of herbal tea while he had a glass of red wine to enjoy together. By the end, her mouth often carried the rich aroma of red wine, and his lips were full of the fresh elegance of herbal tea.
Atlas Hallow sat quietly in front of the computer, looking at Charlotte in the cara, finding her incredibly beautiful, but no matter how beautiful, it didn’t lift his spirits, instead, he felt an intense urge to smash the computer screen in frustration.
Since he unexpectedly spotted her outside Jack Smith’s concert on cara, he had been watching the concert’s livestream on his computer.
Jack Smith’s concert was being livestread in its entirety, and when Charlotte still didn’t return by nightfall, Atlas Hallow began to have a feeling. He wasn’t stupid, he just didn’t want to jump to conclusions, nor did he want to avoid it.
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