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The nationwide university exchange performances were about to take place, and Yun Li had managed to get tickets for everyone. As soon as their class ended, they rushed to Jing Wu's performance hall.
Backstage, students from various universities gathered, all busy preparing for the event. Peng Qingyu and Yu Meng had also arrived; one was the female lead and the other the male lead. The three of them exchanged a few words before returning to their respective groups.
By the time Jiang Shiyu and her friends arrived, the performance had already begun. Fortunately, Yun Li's Dance Drama was scheduled later, so they were not too late. The venue was dimly lit, and even the stage appeared dark without any performers visible. Although they didn’t understand dance or its meanings, they were still deeply moved by the atmosphere.
Watching live was vastly different from viewing it on a phone screen. Jiang Shiyu took out her phone to find Yun Li on WeChat; their last conversation had been that night, and since then, there had been no messages. She typed a quick note and sent it: "We’re here." There was no reply, likely because Yun Li was busy with the event and didn’t have time to check her phone.
The host took the stage with a clear and resonant voice: "Next up, we invite students from the Beijing Dance Academy's Classical Dance Department to perform." Qin Nianzhe tugged at Jiang Shiyu's black jacket, trying to keep his voice low but unable to hide his excitement: "Yun Li is performing now."
Jiang Shiyu clicked her tongue lightly, prompting Qin Nianzhe to retract his hand immediately. The curtain on stage slowly opened, revealing a dimly lit area that gradually brightened. The performers wore costumes in a uniform shade of green.
The music began quietly but soon became overwhelming. Each dancer's emotions were so rich and solid, their cooperation seamless. Jiang Shiyu quickly spotted Yun Li hidden among the crowd. Then, as if parting the sea, the crowd opened up to reveal Yun Li dancing alone in the center, flowing with the music as her long sleeves seemed to come alive, undulating gracefully with her movements.
A beautiful series of turns sent her costume and sleeves swirling around her. As the music reached its climax, all the dancers came together, creating an intense atmosphere that made everyone hold their breath in anticipation.
The Dance Drama was brief, lasting only seven minutes. Just as everyone was still immersed in the performance, the curtain began to close slowly. Jiang Shiyu stood up and headed to the restroom.
The street was deserted as he leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Halfway through, a green figure appeared.
Yun Li emerged, wrapped in a long theatrical costume. Catching the scent of smoke, she looked up to see Jiang Shiyu leaning outside the restroom, smoking.
Jiang Shiyu slowly turned his gaze toward her, his expression indifferent and relaxed. He flicked the ash from his cigarette with a casual motion of his arm.
Yun Li's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes began to dart away. Lowering her head, she walked straight into the restroom without acknowledging him.
Seeing the girl ignore him completely, as if he were invisible, he let out a soft chuckle, a hint of displeasure flickering in his otherwise indifferent Peach Blossom Eyes.
After finishing in the restroom, Yun Li didn’t dare to linger, fearing that the teacher might come looking for her. She didn’t even consider whether he would still be outside.
Still wrapped in her long theatrical costume, she stepped out and saw that he was still there. She prepared to keep her head down and pretend not to see him, just like before.
As she passed by him, the boy spoke up, his voice low and hoarse from smoking: “Yun Li, don’t you want to say hello?”
Yun Li paused in her steps. She didn’t really want to talk to him, but now she had no choice but to muster up some words. Turning around without even glancing at him, she forced a perfunctory smile and said, “I’m in a bit of a hurry; you take your time.”
Just as she turned to leave again, he grasped her arm firmly and pulled her in front of him. Startled, Yun Li opened her mouth slightly; her nose almost brushed against his chest. They were close enough that she could smell him—his scent mixed with the heavy odor of smoke.
Yun Li frowned slightly; she wasn’t fond of the smell of cigarettes.
His voice was deep with a hint of softness: “What’s the rush? Don’t you have time to say hello to me?”
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