Yun Bixue knew it was not a good idea to remain there. She could still hear the commotion even when both of them were quite a distance away, so she willingly followed An Yexuan. Once they reached outside, she removed the coat from her head.
They came out of a side door, which connected directly to the stage. No wonder he appeared that quickly to help her. Since there was no one else here, she could freely calm herself down.
Shifting her gaze from the door, she saw An Yexuan's figure. He was still handsome and elegant, but he was not as radiant as before when they were still in university. He carried with him a solemn air that only time can give while emitting an aura of loneliness.
Yun Bixue's expression changed. She felt the stickiness of the egg on her face and was about to raise her hands to wipe it off.
An Yexuan quickly took out a handkerchief and passed it to her. "Here, use this."
