Jiang Lingzhi returned to the hall and sat down in his seat.

Her mind was blank, and she was a little at a loss.

Every time she is nervous, she will subconsciously pick her fingers.

What to do, my mother still knows.

Isn't it really the end of good luck?

How could it be.

Why bad things always come one after another.

In an instant, she felt as if the symptoms of the cold had worsened.

The whole person has some difficulty even breathing.

My chest was also very tight.

The phone in the pocket of his coat suddenly sounded with a ding-dong sound.

Jiang Ling knew that it took a long time to come back to her senses, lowered her eyes, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket and glanced at it.

【Turning Back】

Seeing these two words, Jiang Lingzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She subconsciously turned her head.

In the huge auditorium, everyone else sat in the front position, only he, sitting at the outermost of the penultimate row.

The boy wore a black coat and a black cap, and his tall figure was hidden in the dark light, and only the general outline could be seen.

Tightly shielded.

But Jiang Lingzhi still saw him at a glance.

Obviously a little far away, the cap was buckled on his head, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

But Jiang Lingzhi seemed to be able to feel his gaze.

Jiang Puqing next to him suddenly spoke: "Zhizhi, it's now the 15th, and the next one is up to you, you can go backstage to prepare." ”

Jiang Lingzhi retracted his gaze, locked the phone screen, and put it in his pocket: "Got it." ”

Jiang Puqing sensed that she was wrong: "Is it uncomfortable?" Why do you feel like your face is worse than just now? ”

"I'm fine." Jiang Lingzhi shook his head, stood up, took off his coat and handed it to him: "Dad, help me get my coat." ”

Jiang Puqing wanted to say something, and when he took the coat, he touched her fingers: "Why are your hands frozen like this?" ”

Jiang Lingzhi shook his palm: "Probably the air conditioner is a little low." ”

The palms of his hands were obviously cold, but there was a cold sweat on his body inexplicably.

"I'm going to wait first."

With that, she walked straight backstage.

Lu Yuping has not yet returned.

Jiang Lingzhi was a little scared to see her eyes.

She had no idea what to do.

I don't know what Lu Yuping will do after hearing those words.

While waiting in the waiting area, Jiang Lingzhi was a little distracted, and the staff next to her called her a few times, and Jiang Lingzhi reacted that it was already her turn.

Walking on the stage, Jiang Lingzhi briefly introduced herself and sat down in front of the piano.

She turned her eyes away, and her gaze subconsciously fell on that corner.

Li Shunan's figure was hidden in the dark, a little far away, and he could only see the girl's outline clearly, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Just when I heard her self-introduction, I could clearly hear that her voice was still slightly nasal.

Li Shunan's good-looking eyebrows were slightly twisted, and the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his lower lip.

He stood up, this time closer to the stage.

Only then can I see it more clearly.

The girl sat in front of the piano with her back straight, and the lights of the stage were down, and her body seemed to be surrounded by starlight.

The little face with a big palm, with an unnatural cold white, thin and thin shoulders, always felt like he was going to fall down in the next second.

Li Shunan's brows tightened.

Jiang Lingzhi was indeed holding on, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Lack of physical strength, plus some anxiety in my heart.

Halfway through the piano, she felt a blackness in front of her eyes.