Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The fans had gradually erupted into laughter, clearly enjoying the ongoing excitement. The rumors of romantic entanglements had been relentless, and this description was simply too amusing!
Aside from Jian Qinzhi, who remained emotionless, Yun Xiaoxiao and the others wore various expressions. How could they dare to embarrass Nie Yi so publicly? What was their relationship like behind the scenes?
All questions seemed to point back to him. It appeared that my silence on this matter had piqued their curiosity to its peak. To save time on the Q&A segment, I decided to respond collectively, but only this once.
The host had long been summoned offstage, leaving Yun Zhi Yue standing tall and straight in the spotlight. She exuded a youthful bravado that was both fearless and fragile.
I was someone with a strong sense of pride. Just after entering university, I was eager to prove myself and had left my sheltered life behind. Like many others, I entered society with grand ambitions, only to realize that such aspirations often existed solely in imagination. I had to come to terms with my own mediocrity.
Jian Qinzhi raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what she was hearing.
Years later, I would remember vividly how I met Nie Yi. The crowd below gasped in surprise, their eyes brimming with gossip.
Yun Zhi Yue chuckled lightly, "What are you all thinking? A beautiful love story? Wake up! There’s no such thing as a perfect romance."
Just like in a melodramatic novel, he faced setbacks that left him despondent, concealing his identity, status, and true nature while presenting himself before me in the most disheveled state.
And I was just an ignorant and fearless girl then. I felt pity for him and was filled with curiosity, wanting to pull him out of his quagmire. But later...
Yun Zhi Yue fell silent as a stunning figure leaned against the wall backstage, quietly listening.
In hindsight, I realized that I had merely woven a false illusion out of desperation. No matter what emotions—joy or sorrow—occurred, the moment reality hit, all dreams shattered.
Looking around at the fans who mostly wore sympathetic expressions, Yun Zhi Yue's icy beauty showed no signs of sadness; it was as if she would bloom like ice flowers even under the blazing sun.
I could confidently say that whatever relationship I had with Nie Yi could be defined in many ways—except for love!
The crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause, shouting loudly.
Originally, Nie Yi's rumors were rampant; it was clear he wasn't a good man. Fans were curious but ultimately did not wish for their idol to step into a pit of fire.
"Is it love?"
A sudden male voice interrupted, leaving everyone stunned.
His voice was rich and deep, reminiscent of a cello, yet it carried an air of mischief. As the stage dimmed, a shower of fiery red petals illuminated the scene.
Under the spotlight, each step he took crushed the petals beneath his feet as he slowly approached Yun Zhi Yue. Before he even arrived, the intoxicating scent of mandala enveloped her.
Her skin felt cold, her eyes dark like ebony, and her thin, red lips curled into a smile that seemed to mock the world around her. Yun Zhi Yue averted her gaze, not surprised by his sudden appearance. The questions from fans and the unexpected appearance of a rising star during yesterday's rehearsal had already led her to suspect something was amiss.
He was indeed up to something, having replaced the guest for the final act. What game was he playing?
In the backstage area, an exaggerated diamond ring was produced as Nie Yi knelt on one knee. "Yun Zhi Yue, will you marry me?"
What on earth were they witnessing? A proposal? Wasn't it said that this wasn't about love?
The fans erupted into chaos, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. Yun Zhi Yue could guarantee that this proposal was nothing more than a whim; she had just said something that made him uncomfortable, and now he was retaliating in this way.
Amidst the fervor of the fans, Nie Yi spoke passionately, weaving together words that danced between sincerity and nonsense.
Comment 0 Comment Count