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He called back to inform Xu Yan and the others that they didn’t need to wait for him. When they asked why, he mentioned he was going to have dinner with He Shuning. Tongtong immediately grabbed the phone, her voice excited as she urged him not to come back and to enjoy his meal with his goddess. She hoped that through this dinner, he could establish a closer relationship with her.
The reason was simple; she was afraid of feeling awkward and nervous when meeting her idol. Having Brother Luo there would help ease the situation, allowing her to act more naturally when they finally met.
Everyone was surprised by how clever she could be when it came to chasing stars.
After listening, Lo Ye couldn’t help but smile wryly as he held the phone. So, the little girl wanted him to play the role of a diplomat.
Turning around, he spotted He Shuning standing at the end of the corridor. Their eyes met, and he politely nodded at her.
To his surprise, she walked over to him.
Tongtong often said that they had never truly seen the beauty of her goddess, which couldn’t be expressed in words. However, Lo Ye had seen her twice before, and each time she was completely different. Yet, every time, she radiated a beauty that was not quite like what he saw on screen—undoubtedly beautiful but presented in unique ways. The version of her he saw felt rare and extraordinary.
She approached him with a gentle smile, her voice tinged with hidden delight.
“Teacher Luo, this is our second meeting,” she said.
Her eyes were truly beautiful; when she smiled, they curved charmingly, and when she looked at him seriously, he could see himself reflected in them.
“Is this fate?”
He had no idea how this simple question blossomed in He Shuning’s heart. The joy she felt upon hearing him say it nearly caused her to lose her composure.
She almost couldn't control herself, coughing to hide her face as she turned away. Then she looked at him and spoke, her voice slightly unnatural, filled with doubt as she said,
"What a wonderful fate."
Lo Ye gazed at the person before him. She didn't realize that her face had turned slightly flushed. He smiled and nodded, acknowledging her words.
Sini, sitting at the dining table, could clearly sense the difference in Shuning during this meal. She was no longer wearing that fake smile that lasted only a second; instead, Sini could see the genuine laughter in her eyes.
Sini glanced over at Lo Ye, who was engaged in conversation with the producers. Such a man exuded charm steeped in depth, like an expensive vintage wine—both a symbol of noble status and an experience that lingered on the palate.
Look, even He Shuning regarded him differently.
This meal confirmed their practice schedule, recording times, and locations.
He Shuning knew they would be seeing each other frequently for a while.
After the dinner ended, she maintained a good mood. When her gaze accidentally met Sini's, words were unnecessary; she could roughly discern Sini's thoughts.
As they got out of the car, she simply said, "Shuning, be mindful of your boundaries."
Rarely, He Shuning listened calmly without any further response.
That day, she lay in bed, scrolling through her WeChat contacts, her gaze fixed on the golden avatar. He rarely posted on Moments; aside from music promotions, there were no traces of his daily life. This was much like the impression he gave others—reserved and aloof.
After hesitating for a while, she finally opened a search engine and typed in his name.
As the loading circle spun in the center of the page, her heart beat with a quiet anticipation until the screen finally displayed the results.
There wasn't much information about them online; most of it was related to their music releases, with very little personal introduction. His photos were even scarcer, limited to a few group shots from performances.
She zoomed in on the image of the man standing in the center, cradling a guitar. The stillness of the picture conveyed a sense of freedom and exuberance. His attire wasn't particularly flashy; he mostly wore black, embodying the style of a free spirit, reminiscent of the male protagonist described in Road Literature.
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