Jiang Nuan didn't have the habit of seeing her back.

The grievances between her and Jiang Qianxue are still counted.

Monica walked over and stretched out her hand, "Jiang Nuan, you're good!" ”

Jiang Nuan smiled sweetly, a little shy, "Thank you, but ...... Ahem, my boyfriend is jealous. ”

Li Xichen's domineering, she has gradually become a little used to it.

For the sake of others, to upset the man you love......

Well......

This is absolutely not wanted!

Monica wasn't angry, smiled at her, and returned to her seat.

Jiang Nuan stood in the center of the stage, facing the audience below, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your support, I am the author of "Heartbeat", the author of "Death and Life", and the author of "Moment", you all have to remember, and remember to tell others that they were all painted by me, not by Jiang Qianxue!" ”

Originally, there was still a somewhat serious atmosphere, but being teased by Jiang Nuan made it easy in an instant.

"Jiang Nuan!"

"Jiang Nuan!!"

"Ginger Nuan !!"

I don't know who started shouting first, but in the end, almost the entire venue, even the entire people watching the live broadcast, began to shout her name like crazy.

Jiang Nuan stood in the spotlight and lifted the championship trophy handed over by Claes himself, smiling brightly, his eyes flashing with expectation.

Teacher——

Did you see that?

The children you teach are very well-behaved and excellent?

Jiang Nuan smiled, inadvertently raised his head, and suddenly saw a white figure flash away in a corner behind the crowd.

A strange sense of familiarity filled her heart, tearing her heart apart.

Jiang Nuan was stunned and looked at it again.

But he only had time to see a pale side face, half-hidden by the black hair, outlining a delicate and elegant outline in the sunlight, which soon disappeared.

Jiang Nuan's gaze froze slightly, and her heartbeat was out of control.

Before she could react, she had already lost the championship trophy and ran off the stage with her skirt.

"Director Jiang—"

"What happened to the champion?"

Jiang Nuan hurriedly rushed out of the gate of the hall, looking around the street, his expression was anxious, and he muttered, "White...... White ......"

When Li Xichen chased her out, he saw her standing alone on the road.

With tears in her eyes, she looked like a child who had inadvertently lost her parents......

Li Xichen hugged his slender body from behind.

Jiang Nuan was stunned for a moment, raised his head, transparent tears hung on his cheeks, and his expression was dazed, "I ......"

She opened her mouth to explain, but she didn't know how to explain it.

Li Xichen leaned over and kissed the tears on her cheeks one by one, extremely gentle.

He looked at her, his voice was low and gentle, "Baby, go home." ”

Jiang Nuan lowered his head, his slender pretty shoulders twitched, and he still looked around without giving up, "Li Xichen, I ......"

Li Xichen picked her up, turned around and walked back.

After he left with Jiang Nuan, in the corner of the street, a man dressed in white came out, clear and elegant, like a god who does not eat fireworks in the world.

His beautiful and deep eyes stared in the direction Jiang Nuan had left, with a touch of pain and sadness to the bone.

……

Jiang Nuan didn't get out of that sudden emotion until he was brought back to the Rose Castle.

She leaned on a wicker chair and touched the place of her heart......

The astringent stagnation of the pain......