Late at night.
Qiao Ruoxin lay in bed, scrolling through Mo Chen's Weibo.
A nameless sorrow flitted through her eyes.
This damn man, just like the comments said, never posted on Weibo, but every year on her birthday, he'd share a photo of fireworks.
Suddenly, a thin mist formed in her eyes.
When she was with Mo Chen, he would set off grand fireworks for her birthday every year.
She hadn't expected that, even two years after they broke up, Mo Chen would continue to set off fireworks on her birthday.
She thought of the brilliant fireworks bursting in the night sky, and imagined the man's tall figure standing there, awkward and forlorn...
What was Mo Chen thinking at that moment?
Qiao Ruoxin muttered to herself softly, "Obsessive jerk..."
...
The next day.
In the dance studio.
The program had reached the group competition stage.
Qiao Ruoxin was in Class A, along with Kong Ling and Song Yingying.
They were discussing who should take the C position for this performance.
