1968, A Massive Misunderstanding (2)
Black long hair draped over the shoulder, a few strands unintentionally falling from her forehead.
She stood at the door and glanced around, then gracefully removed her black sunglasses from her face—a series of clean and fluid movements, yet incredibly elegant, capturing everyone's gaze.
Who else could it be but Lin Guanguan?
"Guanguan!"
An Luobai immediately recognized her.
He excitedly waved towards Lin Guanguan, and if the concert hadn't already started, he might not have been able to contain his inner joy, loudly calling out her name.
"Guanguan, over here! Over here!"
An Luobai waved his hands slightly, trying to lower his voice as much as possible.
But even so, it still attracted dissatisfied stares from nearby.
Yet at this moment, An Luobai couldn't care less about anything else.
His eyes were filled just with Lin Guanguan.
Just at this moment, An Luobai also noticed that Lin Guanguan seemed to have looked in his direction.
