Walking through the long aisle of the auditorium, Ji Mianmian could no longer hear Yan Qingsi's voice on the stage. All her attention was on the figure walking in front of her.
The people in the audience stretched their necks to look at the two people on the stage, and no one paid attention to them at all.
He didn't walk fast, his legs seemed a little stiff, and his back was straight.
Ji Mianmian didn't know what was wrong with her, she just followed him as if she was possessed.
The man walked down the steps and left through the backstage passage.
Ji Mianmian also followed. She seemed to be bewitched. She kept staring at the person in front of her. All other sounds could no longer reach her ears...
There are not many people backstage now. Occasionally, people walk by, all of whom are staff members of the organizer. No one pays attention to them.
It's just that some people felt that something was wrong with Ji Mianmian's expression and took a second look, but it was just a second look.
No one is busy, so who would pay more attention to others
The corridor is very long. It turns one corner and then another. Going forward, you can take the elevator directly to the underground parking lot on the second floor.
Only the footsteps of two people could be heard in the empty corridor. Standing in front of the elevator, the man stopped. Ji Mianmian, who was only three or four steps away from him, also stopped.
She looked at the back of her dreamingly, tears streaming down her face but she didn't know it.
The man said: "Miss, you followed me all the way. What's the matter?"
The voice was still hoarse, light, and a little cold, but inexplicably, there seemed to be two gentle touches between the teeth.
Hearing his voice, Ji Mianmian's body trembled. She wanted to walk in front of him, but her feet seemed unable to move. It took a long time for her to say: "Can I see... your face?" ?”
"You followed me all the way just to see what I look like?"
His voice sounded slightly surprised, as if a bit incredible.
Ji Mianmian's voice trembled: "Yes... I want to see what you look like."
The man seemed to be hesitating. After a moment, Ji Mianmian saw him turn around slowly.
Under the light, it was a face that was so beautiful that it made people feel dreamy. The skin color was like snow, and the facial features were exquisite. It was perfect beyond imagination, beyond the aesthetics of gender. It was so beautiful that it seemed unreal. Standing there seemed to be a projection. I don’t dare to stretch out my hand to prick a fantasy, for fear that it will shatter.
Ji Mianmian looked very carefully, the eyes, the eyebrows, the nose... the lips... even the hair and eyelashes. She wanted to see them clearly one by one.
But this is not Ye Shaoguang's face, but... why, when she sees him, she will feel a kind of distress, as if she is being torn apart.
The two different faces seemed to blend together completely.
He looked at Ji Mianmian and saw her face full of tears. She was stunned and asked, "Why... why are you crying?"
Ji Mianmian murmured: "I don't know, when I see you... I want to cry. Why?"
He smiled: "This question... shouldn't Miss, you should ask yourself?"
The tears in Ji Mianmian's eyes kept rolling out. She raised her trembling hand and pointed at her heart: "I see you... It hurts here... "
After being stunned for a moment, he frowned and said, "Miss, you seem to need a doctor. I can call an ambulance for you, or I can stop a car for you outside."
Ji Mianmian looked at him longingly: "You... really, don't you know me?"
He smiled: "Do you think we know each other?"