After a while, Qianxing, who had been calm all the time, suddenly took a breath of cold air, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Qian's hand tightly.

Mu Qian was so startled by her that she opened her eyes, "What?"

Qianxing looked embarrassed and nervous, and pointed in the direction behind the car, "I just saw Rong Heng."

"Ah?" Mu Qian didn't come back to her senses for a moment.

"I saw his car!" Qianxing said, "It drove towards that end! It should be him in the car, right?"

Mu Qian said "Oh" and then said: "It should be him."

After saying this, she closed her eyes again.

"Then you are still so calm?" Qianxing said, "Aren't you afraid of what will happen to him and Lu Yuan?"

Mu Qian finally opened her eyes again, looked at her with interest, and said, "What else can happen between the two of them?"

When Qianxing met her gaze like this, he was suddenly stunned for a moment.

…

After the cocktail party, Lu Yuan returned to the backstage.

At this time, the backstage was already empty and in a mess.

And she walked through it, sorted out her belongings from all directions, put them into her handbag, and then prepared to leave.

Before leaving the house, her cell phone rang suddenly.

Lu Yan took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and suddenly walked out quickly.

The place outside the venue had already become deserted, with only a few cars parked on the roadside.

Among them, there was one she was most familiar with.

Lu Yuan stepped forward quickly and when his eyes fell on the driver's seat, he was a little surprised to find that it was empty.

However, soon, she saw the person she wanted to see in the passenger seat.

The passenger seat was adjusted very low, almost enough for him to lie down on it, but he was tall and tall, so the angle still made him a bit cramped and uncomfortable.

Even so, he still fell asleep.

It can be seen that I have been really exhausted these past few days.

Lu Yuan stood outside the car and watched him for a while, then finally walked around to the driver's seat, carefully opened the door, and quietly got in.

Every movement she made was extremely gentle, for fear of disturbing him.

But when she closed the door with the slightest movement and turned around, the man in the passenger seat was looking at her with his eyes open.

Lu Yuan froze suddenly.

The two of them just sat and lay down, staring at each other for a long time, both speechless.

Until, Lu Yuan finally reached out his hand and gently touched his bloodshot eyes.

Rong Heng suddenly grabbed her hand and put it to his lips.

He had just finished a three-day manhunt, and he looked so haggard that he didn't even have time to shave his beard, which was a bit prickly.

Thinking of this, Rong Heng couldn't help but let go of her hand some more.

But the next moment, Lu Yuan suddenly came forward and kissed his lips.

Rong Heng paused for a moment, then took her into his arms.

After a long time, the kiss finally subsided.

Rong Heng still hugged the person in his arms tightly and whispered: "I'm late."

"It's not too late." Lu Yuan leaned on his chest, looked at the bright moon in the sky through the sunroof of the car, and said softly, "You have already seen what I want to show you."

Rong Heng's eyes fell on her.

She was still wearing the same suit jumpsuit she wore when she went on stage to thank her. It was a combination of black and white, simple and neat.

Rong Heng leaned close to her ear and slowly uttered three words: "Day and night?"

Lu Yuan suddenly raised her head and met his gaze.

Day and night are the themes of this series of her designs.

She didn't tell him, but he knew it.

He saw the press conference tonight.

I probably saw it through the online live broadcast on the way here.

What she wanted him to see, he really saw.

Facing a series of changes in her eyes, Rong Heng slowly lowered his head and said, "What does 'day and night' represent?"

Lu Yuan met his gaze and did not miss every fluctuation in his eyes.

She knows, he understands.

Day and night, two time and spaces that can never appear at the same time;

Her day is his night.

His night is her day.

Thousands of miles apart, they are in a completely reversed time and space, and even time has become a distance.

Her morning, his late night.

His late night, her early morning.

It seems that we can no longer interact with each other.

But there are some things that transcend time and allow day and night to intersect.

It's the "good morning" he insists on saying every late night.

It was also his "good night" after staying up all night.

It's waiting.

It's missing.

It's love.

It belongs to him and her, countless intersecting days and nights.

Just like the black and white lines she designed, they are so clear and distinct, but they always merge and merge silently in an inadvertent moment. From then on, there is no boundary.

All of this was given to her by him.

How could he not understand?

He already understood.
Chapter completed!