Lan Feifei's heart hurt even more, and at a certain moment when she picked up the phone, she suddenly felt like crying. She fought back the physical discomfort and tried to make her voice sound nonchalant and cheerful.
"What are you doing?" On the other end of the phone, there was some loud music and a group of people shouting beats. He Chaoran's voice sounded like he was still panting, as if he had just finished dancing.
"No... nothing, I'm bored watching TV!" Lan Feifei pressed her stomach tightly with her hand, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the other hand.
"It's so boring... Did you miss me then?" He Chaoran smiled softly, "In another week, I can go back to find you."
"Of course I miss you." Lan Feifei also pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled awkwardly. Of course she missed him. When she was most vulnerable and helpless, she wanted him to be with her.
"Well, I miss you too." He Chaoran blew a kiss into the microphone, "It's so boring to practice singing and dancing here every day, I wish I had you by my side. By the way, my concert, You will definitely come! I have already reserved a place for you... "
Lan Feifei couldn't hear what He Chao said next. Dou Da's sweat kept falling from her forehead, and her consciousness gradually became blurred... She didn't even have the strength to deal with it.
He Chaoran said that he didn't hear her response for a long time. He heard a faint gasp, and he finally realized that something was wrong: "Feifei, Feifei! What's wrong with you?"
After calling several times in a row, he heard Lan Feifei's weak answer: "It's nothing... just now..."
She fainted before she could finish the rest of the sentence.
On the other end of the phone, He Chaoran was still anxiously calling her name, but she couldn't hear her anymore.
"Charan, can you continue dancing?" The dance coach with full body muscles called He Chaoran's name on the field.
But He Chaoran hugged the phone, his mind went blank. What happened to Feifei? He wished he could fly to her side immediately.
"Transcendence! Transcendence!" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, the dance coach had no choice but to walk behind him and pat him on the shoulder.
However, He Chaoran turned around and quickly said to him, "Sorry, I have to leave beforehand", and then ran away without looking back.
As soon as he went out, he bumped into his agent.
"Chaoran, where are you going? I have something very important..." He Chaoran disappeared without a trace before the manager finished speaking halfway.
Lan Feifei fell into a coma, and she had a dream in the haze. Dreaming that He Chaoran came back, he kept patting his face: "Feifei, wake up! Wake up!"
However, she couldn't wake up no matter what, and she was crying silently in her heart.
She is so stupid, how could He Chaoran come back. He is currently training in a closed session, and the concert is about to start...
"Feifei! Don't scare me!" He Chaoran's voice sounded close at hand, so real. The anxious expression on his face is also so real.
Lan Feifei finally raised her heavy eyelids, and He Chaoran's anxious eyes appeared in the field of vision: "He Chaoran, is it really you?"
She whispered softly, reaching out her hand towards his cheek, wanting to touch him well. Because she always felt that what she saw was just a phantom.