Just when Xia Siyu was one meter away from him, Bo Yan made eye contact with her.
Normally during rehearsals, actors wouldn't wear their costumes. Xia Siyu was dressed in a plain long dress. Having woken up late, her hair wasn't much styled either, just hanging down in a simple way, straight and black. Bo Yan, on the other hand, wore a T-shirt with casual pants, looking fresh and clean, like a young man.
Their eyes met, and for that instant, it was as if time had reversed, taking them back to the past.
The music stopped right at that moment. And the dance moves came to a halt as well.
But their gazes still lingered on each other. There was joy, regret, pain—so many emotions intertwined, making their expressions instantly complex.
Especially considering all that lay between them now; even someone as forthright as Xia Siyu couldn't help but feel her mood darken suddenly.
In the quiet practice room, the two of them were silent.
