"She should have arrived by now." Xing Chen glanced at the various people bustling around the venue, a deep light of curiosity flashing in his eyes.
Separating, naturally, was to avoid easily recognizing each other.
He was somewhat looking forward to seeing what she would be like tonight.
He had seen so many versions of her - sometimes quirky, sometimes calm and collected, sometimes brilliantly clever...
Tonight...
What identity would she appear with?
Lou Xining didn't miss the anticipation and longing in Xing Chen's eyes.
He himself wore a deep blue half-mask, took a sip of champagne, and sighed, "If Xinyu knew how much you loved Little Sister-in-law, she would probably cry her eyes out again."
Sometimes, being an outsider, perhaps the inner heaviness is the hardest to let go of.
On one side is his brother, on the other side is his sister.
He could only stay out of it, watching everything unfold with open eyes.
Lou Xining felt a slight loneliness inside.
