The program the next day was only in the morning, and the afternoon was free activity - a holiday.
There were some changes in seating, but beside Qiao Lian was still an empty space.
Chuzheng sat next to him, her expression indifferent as she looked at the stage.
Qiao Lian's attention was not on the stage, but entirely on Chuzheng.
Last night he tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.
He didn't even know what he was thinking, feeling muddleheaded.
Qiao Lian's eyelashes drooped, landing on Chuzheng's hand casually resting on the back of the chair.
Those hands were beautiful, slender and long.
Qiao Lian stared at those hands for a long time, cautiously extending his hand to place it beside Chuzheng's.
The next moment he retracted it and looked towards the stage.
But soon, Qiao Lian couldn't help placing his hand back again.
The space on the back of the chair was narrow, he only needed to move slightly to the side and he could touch her.
