Bai Xiao looked at her expression, and a sudden panic rose in his heart. He had never thought that one day he would love someone so humbly, loving her to the point where he simply hoped to stay by her side.
He forced a smile, "It's getting late, go for styling first. Anything else, let's talk after the film festival ends, alright?"
Yan Luoxi looked at the smile on his handsome face, uglier than crying, and a wave of sourness washed over her heart. If the person she liked were him, perhaps her life would be much simpler.
"Okay."
Yan Luoxi nodded.
Tian Lingyun had chosen a dress and came over, seeing Yan Luoxi pushing Bai Xiao through the corridor. She narrowed her eyes; both seemed preoccupied as if something had happened.
"Erluo, we're running out of time; you should go get styled first. Being late to the film festival will give the media a handle to criticize," Tian Lingyun hurried over, spoke to Bai Xiao, and then dragged Yan Luoxi away.
