At that poetry recitation, the collaboration between Ning An and Song Shaoyan was astonishing, and the audience applauded endlessly.

Both of them have excellent English skills. They are not only fluent and standard, but also full of affection.

Song Shaoyan was unruly and disdainful of such a performance. As soon as the show ended, he drove his sports car and left the campus.

Ning An, on the other hand, was reluctant to leave backstage. He sat in the corner and quietly watched the video of the program over and over again, carefully cherishing it.

That little white dress had been hanging in her closet until she got divorced, because she didn't understand until that moment... everything between her and Song Shaoyan was just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, she regarded it as

He never cared about precious things.

She memorized that English poem over and over again, and she could recite it backwards and forwards. The poem was deeply engraved in her mind.

What she just recited was the same one she recited on the stage.

At this moment, when she heard Mo Xiu thinking, she went back to yesterday in a trance, and the corners of her eyes were wet.

"and "hid" his "face" "amid" "a" "crowd" of stars." Mo Xiu finished reading the last sentence.

The breeze blew the leaves on the ground, making a "rustling" sound as the leaves rubbed the ground.

It was extremely quiet all around.

Ning An held the glass with both hands, and it took a long time for her emotions to calm down.

"Does Mr. Mo also read this poem?" she asked quietly.

Mo Xiu paused for a few seconds and said calmly: "I happened to learn it."

Ning An's nose felt sore and she closed her eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I just remembered something from the past." Ning An stood up and walked to his room, "Mr. Mo, I'm a little uncomfortable. I'll go back and rest first. I'm sorry."

The wind blew the peach blossoms on the tree, and the pink petals fluttered gently, falling on the stone table, next to Ning'an's teacup, and in the water in the cup, like a canoe.

Ning An kept shutting himself in the bedroom and refused to come out for dinner.

Xiaoduo called her several times, but she didn't come out.

Xiaoduo was helpless.

Mo Xiu went out for a trip, and when he came back, he brought Ning'an a cup of warm highland barley and taro milk tea.

Mo Xiu knocked on the door himself: "Ning'an."

The driver, Lao Zheng, was cleaning the car outside. It was already dark, and the black Bentley shone with a low-key and luxurious luster under the street lights.

Xiaoduo ran over quietly: "Master Zheng, where did Mr. Mo go? You have been out for a long time. Did you buy something for Sister Ning'an?"

"I went to a milk tea shop called Qi Qiqing, bought a cup of milk tea, and waited in line for more than an hour."

"No more?"

"No more."

"Mr. Mo still likes to drink this?"

"I bought this for Miss Ning. How could Mr. Mo drink this?"

"Master Zheng, Mr. Mo has limited mobility. You can't really wait in line for more than an hour, right?" Xiaoduo was surprised, "This store is very popular. Every time I go there and see the queue is so long, I just give up."

"I also advised Mr. Mo to find another restaurant, but Mr. Mo refused, saying that this is the best restaurant in Huacheng." The driver wiped the car, "I was the one who lined up. It was not convenient for Mr. Mo to show up, so he was patient in the car all the time."

Wait for me."

"You guys bought a cup of milk tea when you went out?"

"Otherwise."

Xiaoduo shrugged: "If I had known, I would have asked you to bring me a drink."

"By the way, Mr. Mo's sweater is on inside out, why didn't you guys know to remind me," the driver whispered.
Chapter completed!