That young boy, using such a gentle voice, confessed his affection.
Was it Yin Qianze?
Xiyan looked at Yin Qianze.
Noticing Xiyan’s gaze, Yin Qianze also looked at her, "What’s up?"
"No, it’s nothing..." Xiyan quickly shook her head.
Ou Jue put his hands in his pockets, "It’s getting late, we should head back."
"Hmm." Xiyan nodded.
The four of them returned to their hotel.
As soon as they got to their room, An Ran collapsed onto the bed, "Phew, I’m exhausted."
Xiyan was preoccupied the whole ti due to that "confession" earlier.
"What’s up with you? You seed a bit off on the way back," An Ran gently nudged her.
"I..."
Xiyan told An Ran about what happened during the blackout earlier.
An Ran widened her eyes, bit her finger for a while, and concluded, "It must be Yin Qianze!"
"Maybe it was Ou Jue..." Xiyan softly muttered, her lips curling into a smile at the ntion of Ou Jue.
"Why don’t you ask them in the group?"
"Are you kidding ?" Xiyan was speechless, scratching her head, "Forget it, I’m going to take a shower."
After her shower, An Ran read a bit of a novel and then fell asleep.
Perhaps it was because Xiyan slept too much in the afternoon, or maybe... because she was troubled by that confession.
In any case, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
She simply gave up on sleeping, grabbed her room card, and left the room, wanting to get so fresh air.
Each floor of the hotel had a balcony.
Xiyan leaned on the balcony railing, the breeze gently tousling her hair.
"Xiyan." A surprised voice sounded from behind.
Eh?
Xiyan turned around, equally surprised, "Qianze?"
Yin Qianze gathered his slightly surprised expression and returned to his usual calm deanor, approaching, "Can’t sleep?"
"Well... I guess I slept too much in the afternoon."
Yin Qianze chuckled softly.
Seeing Xiyan’s thin jacket, he took off his own jacket and draped it over her shoulders, "It’s chilly at night, don’t catch a cold."
"That’s not necessary..." Xiyan felt a bit embarrassed, wanting to return it.
Yin Qianze suddenly pressed down on her hand, his voice low and gentle, "Don’t refuse ."
His voice, as if wounded, was low and raspy.
"Then... okay, thank you."
That wounded look lasted only a second, the next mont Yin Qianze was back to his gentle self, standing beside her, "I noticed you standing here alone, looking like you had sothing on your mind. Want to talk about it?"
Xiyan shrugged, giving a silly smile, "It’s really nothing, just suddenly feeling like ti flies. Without realizing it, we’ve known each other for a long ti."
Yin Qianze leaned against the railing, "Yeah, ti always slips through our fingers without us noticing."
"By the way, I haven’t thanked you for drinking with tonight."
Yin Qianze looked steadily at her, "Since it’s a thank you, can I ask for a present in return?"
"A present?" Xiyan blinked.
"Yes, can you... sing a song for ?"
"Sing..."
Ever since she left the entertainnt industry five years ago, it had been a long ti since she sang in front of anyone.
Why would Qianze, out of the blue, make such a request to her?
Xiyan thought for a mont and asked, "What do you want to hear?"
...
Next update, 8 PM.
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