Rong Nian often had a dream, in which a girl hid behind layers of gossamer veils.
Every time he lifted all the veils and was finally about to glimpse her true face, he would be jolted awake from the dream.
Just moments ago, the woman on the stage arched her back as she bent down, and her veil slipped from her face. Her features were partially concealed beneath the veil, bearing a striking resemblance to the girl in his dreams.
But it was only a fleeting glance; she disappeared from his sight once more.
Rong Nian turned to leave, but his wrist was suddenly grasped. His muscles tensed, and with a slight flick, the hand holding him immediately let go.
He strode forward again when Rong Jingyi's voice came from behind him, "Ah Nian, where are you going?"
Rong Nian paused in his step.
Rong Jingyi quickly stepped forward, moving in front of Rong Nian to block his path, "You're already here, why the hurry to leave?"