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

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

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

After saying that, she wanted to close her eyes again.

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

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

Qianxing suddenly became stunned when she met her gaze.

...

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

The backstage is already empty and in a mess.

She shuttled through the scene, sorted out her own things from all directions, put them in her handbag, and then prepared to leave.

Before leaving the door, her cell phone suddenly rang.

Lu Yuan took out his cell phone, took a look, and suddenly accelerated his pace and walked out.

It was already deserted outside the venue, and only a few cars were parked on the side of the road.

Among them, there is the one she is most familiar with.

Lu Yuan quickly stepped forward, and when his eyes fell on the driver's seat, he unexpectedly found that it was empty.

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

The passenger seat was adjusted very low, almost in a curve that could be lying on, but he was tall and still looked a little squeaky at that angle, and it was not comfortable.

Even so, he still fell asleep.

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

Lu Yuan stood outside the car and looked at him for a while before finally getting around to the driver's seat, carefully opened the door, and sat in with slight hands.

Every movement she made was extremely light, for fear that she would alarm him.

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

Lu Yuan suddenly froze.

The two of them were just like that, sitting and lying, staring at each other for a long time, both of them were speechless.

Until, Lu Yuan finally reached out and gently stroked his red blood-filled eyes.

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

He had just finished a three-day hunt, and he looked haggard and didn't even have time to shave his stubble, and he was a little pissed.

Thinking of this, Rong Heng couldn't help but let go of her hands again.

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

Rong Heng first paused, and then took her into his arms.

It took a long time before the kiss finally subsided.

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

"Not late." Lu Yuan leaned against his chest, looked at the bright moon in the sky through the roof of the car, and whispered, "You have seen what I want to show you."

Rong Heng's eyes fell on her.

She was still wearing the suit jumpsuits she had when she came on stage to thank her, with black and white intersecting, simple and neat.

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

Lu Yuan suddenly looked up and met his gaze.

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

She hadn't told him, but he knew.

He saw the press conference tonight.

It should be seen through live broadcast on the way here.

She wanted to give him what he saw, and he really saw it.

Faced with her series of changes in her eyes, Rong Heng slowly lowered his head and said, "What does 'Day and Night' mean?"

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

She knew, he understood.

Day and night, two space and time that will 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 inverted space and time becomes a distance.

Her morning, his late night.

His late night, her early morning.

It seems that they can never intersect again.

But some things cross time, allowing day and night to meet.

It was the saying "good morning" that he kept until late at night.

It was also the saying "Good night" after he stayed up all night.

It's waiting.

It's longing.

It's love.

It is the countless days and nights that belong to him and her.

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

All of this was given to her by him.

How come he doesn't understand?
Chapter completed!