"Lu Xiaoer!"
"..."
Lu Xiaoer stood upright, looking at Zhongli Wuzhi, who was panting and standing on the stage.
Those eyes were still narrow like a fox's, and his face was distinctively handsome.
Their gazes met in the air, and after a long while, Lu Xiaoer was the first to show a smile. Zhongli Wuzhi's tense expression also gradually relaxed, having been terrified when he had come out and seen her stand up through the glass of the second-floor corridor.
He had feared that, a step too late, the stubborn Lu Xiaoer would resolutely walk away.
That smile of hers allowed Zhongli Wuzhi's heart, which had climbed to his throat, to return to its place.
At the same time, all the guests in attendance turned their full attention towards Zhongli Wuzhi on the stage.
It seemed everyone was waiting for the conclusion of this drama, but...
Zhongli Wuzhi put down the microphone. He had no intention of airing all he and Xiaoer had been through.
