Half an hour, a length of time that is neither long nor short.
In the back room, Lu Zhan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, very anxious.
For Wen Rui's debut show, the first dress was too stunning. If the second one did not surpass the first, then its value would be zero, better off not worn at all.
In contrast to his worries and tension, Yi Sha, sitting in the 10th row, curled her lips and crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze on the stage performance, but her mind was not even there.
Forty minutes earlier, she had excused herself to the restroom, secretly slipping into Wen Rui's dressing room.
An unpopular 18th-tier female singer was truly embarrassing; there was no one in the dressing room even to watch the clothes.
But it made sense, thinking about it. Other celebrities wore Louis Vuitton or Chanel, big-name brands where a single piece of clothing could easily cost six, seven, or even eight figures.
Those kinds of clothes needed guarding.
