Backstage at the theater.
Xu Chengyang dragged that extremely inconvenient long dress out of the bathroom, glanced up, and happened to see Fu Weiheng walking towards him with a violin case, dressed in a suit, looking handsome and impressive... just his face was a bit gloomy, but still strikingly handsome.
In contrast, Su Wan bowed her head, holding up the wide skirt hem like a little follower, clattering behind Fu Weiheng with a cautious look.
Xu Chengyang paused: Did they have a fight?
When they walked over, Xu Chengyang took a few steps forward to greet Fu Weiheng: "Hey, God."
Fu Weiheng nodded slightly, silently entered the lounge to adjust his violin.
The overcrowded lounge suddenly erupted in chatter because of Fu Weiheng's unexpected appearance—
"Wow, is that Fu Weiheng!"
"It's him! Why is he backstage, does he have a performance tonight?"
"No way, he's been retired for so long..."
"He's holding a violin, isn't he!"
"Oh my, he's so dazzlingly handsome..."
