Everyone who had gotten up and was preparing to leave the opera house froze in place, turning to look at the stage.
The Blind Prince’s voice echoed in their ears, the string of numbers in their minds so dense that it was enough to trigger anyone’s trypophobia.
Huh?
So it wasn’t over yet?
Jiang Li looked at Sang Tian beside her in confusion.
Seeing Sang Tian’s equally surprised expression, Jiang Li closed her mouth and didn’t voice her questions.
There was no doubt that the stage play should have ended, yet the male and female leads were still continuing their performance?
That wasn’t normal—truly abnormal.
Was this part of the Script, or was something unexpected happening?
The truth of it all…
Only the two people behind the curtain could possibly know.
Thinking of the interaction between the Demon Princess and the Blind Prince in the play, Jiang Li narrowed her eyes.
Their actions really seemed ambiguous—almost as if it wasn’t acting. [Qiuyu, what’s going on between you and my Brother?]
Compared to the shocked audience, the members of the Drama Club were already thrown into panic.
They’d rehearsed for nearly a month, and nothing like this had ever gone wrong. Before going on stage, they’d been told a thousand times over—there can’t be any mistakes!
“President… President! What should we do now?” “Should we go stop them, or remind them?”
“Normally, we ought to stop them right away.”
Glancing at the stage, the President furrowed his brows.
An unthinkable scenario had barged into his mind in an utterly unreasonable way, forcing him to take this seriously.
The other club members were as anxious as ants on a hot pan; even the President was at a loss. Only Xie Zhuran and Lin An remained relatively calm.
Before going on stage, they hadn’t received any hints—direct or subtle—from Jiang Xiao or Song Qiuyu. It was impossible for them to not be bewildered by the current situation.
But after a semester together, the four of them had already become like the Zhang Guan Liu of the Peach Garden Oath of Brotherhood. Even now, one thing stood out: trust!
“Let’s wait a little longer… let’s wait a bit more, President!”
Xie Zhuran suddenly clenched his fist and spoke.
“Wait? In this situation, you still want to wait?”
A club member was about to rush up on stage.
“The Jiang we know isn’t someone who would mess up at a critical moment. Maybe they just suddenly got inspired.”
Xie Zhuran immediately stopped him.
“Inspired?”
The President of the Drama Club was puzzled.
“That’s right. In fact, when we’re filming short videos, we often change the Script on a whim because inspiration strikes.”
Lin An adjusted his glasses, his gaze unwavering as he said,
“That’s why I’m willing to believe that Jiang has his reasons for doing this. We can wait a bit longer. If we go up to stop them now, what’s happening on stage can only be treated as an accident.”
“Yes, just like Lin said! So, President, let’s wait a bit more!!”
Xie Zhuran nodded vigorously in agreement with Lin An.
“Changing the Script, huh…”
The President of the Drama Club fell silent, looking over at the two people on stage.
The other members exchanged looks, whispering amongst themselves, uncertain what to do.
Their trust in Jiang Xiao and Song Qiuyu wasn’t as deep as Xie Zhuran and Lin An’s, but they couldn’t deny that Lin An’s words made sense.
No matter how quickly they reacted, the incident had already happened.
“Let’s wait a little longer.” The President spoke.
Everyone was stunned.
As if worried that some hadn’t heard clearly, he looked at the stage and repeated, “Let’s wait a bit more. For now, let’s hold onto our hopes and see if those two can surprise us.”
Everyone turned to the stage, holding their breath.
At this moment on stage, the sudden turn of events left Song Qiuyu wide-eyed. She stared blankly at Jiang Xiao, who was pinning her beneath him, completely confused.
The bright lights of the stage were now mostly blocked by Jiang Xiao’s tall figure. She was wrapped in shadow.
Thankfully, the Red Carpet was soft; even after falling on her back and being pinned, it didn’t hurt too much.
“Uh…”
She instinctively struggled a bit, but her small hand was gripped even tighter. Jiang Xiao seized her other hand as well, pinning them both above her head like iron clamps.
Jiang Xiao’s lips seemed to twitch upwards, but he didn’t actually laugh. Instead, he braced himself beside her waist, lowering his face toward her.
Seeing this, Song Qiuyu parted her lips, wanting to remind him of something.
But Jiang Xiao stared straight into her eyes. When their noses were nearly touching, he whispered two syllables, low and soft:
“Xi’er…”
Song Qiuyu froze. After a moment, her pupils contracted sharply.
What she couldn’t understand before gradually became clear.
In an instant, her mind became a forest ravaged by a violent storm, thoughts tangled into chaos.
“Xi’er, haven’t you realized I found you a long time ago?”
Jiang Xiao could see her confusion. His voice unconsciously softened, as if to soothe her emotions.
“Mm…”
His low, whispering voice seemed to caress her ears like a tingling electric current. Song Qiuyu’s ears grew hot, and she tried to turn her face away.
At that moment, the commotion from behind the curtain drifted faintly to her ears, making her body go rigid.
She tried to keep her voice down as much as possible, and hurriedly said, “Jiang Xiao, we’re on stage right now. Can’t we talk after we get off?”
Jiang Xiao looked at her quietly for a moment, as if it didn’t surprise him that she was more concerned with the play’s outcome than with herself.
“No.”
“I’ve already worked so hard to atone!”
Song Qiuyu’s mind went blank for a second. She bit her lip and struggled as she spoke.
“But just atoning isn’t enough.”
Jiang Xiao lowered his eyes, gazing at her flushed neck caused by agitation, a faint smile curling at his lips.
“I want you to reward me—for six years, not even one short.”
“?”
Song Qiuyu was stunned.
It probably wasn’t her problem, but she just couldn’t understand what Jiang Xiao meant by “reward.” What did it mean? She really didn’t get it!
Before she could grasp Jiang Xiao’s words, the noise behind the curtain gradually drew her attention away.
The confused murmurs from below the stage grew louder and louder.
Everyone was wondering what on earth was happening behind the curtain—at any moment, someone might rush up, not just the audience, but the Drama Club members too.
This left Song Qiuyu at a loss, her breathing growing rapid, her eyes brimming with tears.
Maybe her life would be gray from now on.
If anyone rushed onto the stage, if Jiang Xiao announced the mistakes of her youth in a loud voice…
What should she do? She didn’t want to see the play ruined like this either.
Song Qiuyu glared at Jiang Xiao without saying anything.
Even though it was her fault, at this moment, human nature made her briefly want to pin all the blame on him.
If she didn’t, she might break down on the spot.
Why did my younger self dig such a big hole for my future self!
No matter how I try, I can’t fill it in—never.
“Xi’er, you’re so smart. Teach me—what should we do now? What should I do with you?”
Jiang Xiao gently closed his eyes, pressing his nose to hers.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu’s anger and frustration evaporated in an instant, leaving her a little dazed.
Jiang Xiao…
He didn’t really seem angry at all?
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