Following Lan Mu's three-pointer just now, the referee blew the whistle for halftime.
Lan Mu, who had been enthusiastically invited to show off a bit, would not be playing anymore. He walked off the court dripping with sweat, his face flushed with heat. As the crowd watching from the area of his team's bench saw him approaching, they erupted into frenzied screams.
Yan Zao's lips were pressed tightly together as she watched Lan Mu's tall figure draw near. She held the water bottle she had just opened and taken a sip from firmly in her hand, feeling a bit excited inside.
Waiting to hand over the water to Lan Mu.
Such a simple act, yet she had been mulling over it for years, and this was the first time she'd done so at the actual event.
Every time she felt bold enough, she would remember the image of Lan Mu amidst a crowd, accepting water and a towel from Yu Yesang.
Fearing that her enthusiasm would be ignored by him, just like those of his fans who offered him water.
