Mu Tianye stood in the corridor, his gaze following Ning Xiaofei's figure on the stage, having already forgotten to look for a seat. The rainwater in his hair slid down and dripped onto his cheeks, but he didn't mind...
Listening to the screams and applause around him that belonged to her, he just stood there, watching her—
His Ning Xiaofei, his little woman, his pride!
His little fairy would eventually break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly; this, Mu Tianye had always believed without a doubt.
At this moment, as he gazed at the girl on the stage, he could clearly see the invisible wings spreading slowly behind her, and the corners of his lips gently lifted with it.
...
...
On the stage.
From Ning Xiaofei's perspective, she couldn't see Mu Tianye.
Standing under the spotlight, looking out into the audience, she could only see the glimmering light sticks and phone screens amidst the darkness, and the vague silhouettes of countless people.
