Lin Miaoyu thought she had seen wrong, blinking disbelievingly, but the figure of Zhao Mengmeng still did not disappear.
She involuntarily took in a sharp breath, her mind already racing with various thoughts.
Why was Zhao Mengmeng here? Was this intentional? Was she here for Pei Chenyang?
The previously beaming Lin Miaoyu suddenly found herself unable to smile at all in that instant.
How could she be happy when a keen rival appeared before her in her proudest moment?
"Your performance today was wonderful," Pei Chenyang's voice slowly drew Lin Miaoyu's attention back.
She stared blankly at Pei Chenyang, forcing a bitter smile: "Thank you."
The words she held in her heart suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Lin Miaoyu was in emotional turmoil, completely disrupted by the appearance of Zhao Mengmeng.
The photographs Qu Xiaoxiao had shown her once more surfaced in her mind.
She herself had never been held so intimately by Pei Chenyang.
