Beiming Han's brow furrowed slightly. Gu Qingxin noticed his change in mood and twisted her head to look off into the distance. Apart from the dazzling crowd, she saw nothing else.
"Don't wander off, I have something to handle, I'll be back soon." Beiming Han promptly finished speaking, and quickly made his way through the crowd.
"..."
Gu Qingxin looked at Beiming Han hurriedly disappearing through the crowd and her heart clenched.
"Miss, could I have this dance?"
A middle-aged man approached and courteously extended his hand towards her.
Gu Qingxin gently refused with a smile, "I am terribly sorry, I have over indulged in the fruit juice, I must excuse myself."
"Alright, as you wish." The middle-aged man nodded and took his leave.
Gu Qingxin placed her glass of juice on the attendant's tray and made her way towards the restroom again.
