Liansu was shocked, staring at his tall and straight figure, his eyes suddenly reddening.
He wanted to say something more, but seeing Mo Shiche with his eyes closed, seemingly immersed in memories, he silently withdrew.
Because of Yan Chu's sudden proposal, the premiere ceremony turned into a celebration, with stars and media present flooding them with flowers and blessings.
The sky gradually darkened.
After the buzz, the crowd dispersed.
The theater regained its quietude, the cleaning staff yet to arrive, with rows of spectacularly arranged congratulatory flowers competing in splendor by the stage.
A tall and handsome man descended the empty stairs.
The warm light shone on him, unable to penetrate his cool exterior.
He walked step by step to the edge of the stage, gaze emotionless yet profound as he looked at the clusters of flowers.
After a while, Mo Shiche bent down to place a red rose among them.
The sound of high heels echoed from behind.
