Before the concert started, Thea Lynch glanced at the group of Foreman Chandler in the adjacent section. They waved to her, and Thea raised her hand to greet them.
Shortly after exchanging greetings, the lights in the venue dimmed, marking the official start of the concert.
Thea's attention immediately shifted to the stage.
The moment the music burst forth, her heart skipped a beat.
In the next second, the hand she had curled and clenched on her knee was grabbed by someone.
Thea turned her head to look at him.
She saw the man looking at her with concern, his other hand poised to cover her ears.
Thea gently shook her head at him and mouthed, "I'm fine."
But even so, Ian Preston was still uneasy.
Thea's ears weren't too troubled; it was just that she hadn't felt this kind of atmosphere for a long time.
Since she got sick, except for one concert with Ian Preston a few years ago, she hadn't gone to such lively places.
Even abroad, she rarely attended school's organized events.
