Under the dim and hazy light, the man who was the center of attention, with his handsome face and distinguished demeanor, looked over impassively.
Suddenly stiffening, Xia Yiwan's heart rate accelerated in an instant.
When did he get here?
Why hadn't she noticed at all?
"He came while you were singing." Yan Xia, as though understanding her thoughts, spoke softly.
Xia Yiwan, with a hint of panic in her eyes, hurriedly turned around and sat down.
He came during her song, so had he heard her singing?
Would he have noticed anything?
Xia Yiwan was in profound internal conflict, torn between revealing and concealing her feelings.
She did not want Si Mo to discover her love for him, as it would make her feel demeaned.
Yet, there were moments when she desired him to know.
In recent days, she was even pondering if Si Mo had any slight affection towards her.
While she was lost in her thoughts, the music in the private room was muted, followed by Chen Yan's voice resounding.
