During dinner,
Yuwei sat alone at a small round table, with only a small piece of fish, a few slices of vegetables, and a palm-sized piece of bread in front of her.
People bustled around, but this spot felt like a lonely little world.
"Yuwei, have some winter melon soup,"
Lu Bingbing walked over, her face carrying a gentle and caring smile.
Not far away, Wang Qingyu was quietly eating her meal very slowly.
"Thank you, Captain!"
Yuwei knew Bingbing's intentions, but some things are best left unsaid even when they're understood.
"Yuwei, the final performance is about to begin. Adjust your mindset and stay focused."
"You too, Captain. We're all looking forward to that most brilliant moment."
Yuwei's smile remained undiminished, her bright eyes showing no trace of despair.
At this moment, Lu Bingbing truly admired Yuwei.
Even after so much "dirt" had been exposed, Yuwei could still remain calm and composed.
