Only then did Xia Zhaoyun turn to the man who had been by her side all along.
"Brother Hao, when did you get here? Have you eaten breakfast?"
Backstage, only the makeup area was brightly lit; the rest was steeped in a dim, yellow glow. Huo Tianhao took a step forward, pressing close to her, and his hand immediately intertwined with hers, fingers lacing together in a particularly tender and intimate gesture.
Xia Zhaoyun pressed her lips together and tried to pull her hand away, but failed. Flustered, she could only hide their joined hands behind her back. Her heart felt like it was simmering in a jar of honey, and a sweet, joyful smile colored her eyes.
"I've eaten," Huo Tianhao said with a low chuckle. "It was a rare early morning for us, so we took a detour to a state-owned restaurant to buy some meat buns."
