It was morning. Wen Jian, who was devoted to her daily plan, savored the delicious food she had been longing for.
With one hand on her phone and the other holding utensils, a large plate of dry hot pot was placed in front of her. Her red lips were slightly swollen from the spiciness, but she continued to pick up food and stuff it into her mouth.
Her fingers quickly swiped through photos, and suddenly, she paused.
It was a photo from when Wen Jian attended the Xineon Music Festival. Three-fourths of the photo was of her, but in one corner, there were two familiar figures.
Wen Jian kept zooming in, enlarging the photo until she finally stopped.
The two people in the photo became somewhat blurry from the zoom, but at first glance, they seemed familiar to her.
A girl was hugged by a man.
The man was wearing a mask and was protecting the girl among the crowd, while everyone else's gaze was fixed on the stage.
He only had eyes for her.
