97: Chapter 97: Sorry, I Lost You 97: Chapter 97: Sorry, I Lost You The stage was conspicuously set up.
It stood right in the center of the street.
The stage wasn’t very high, only about two ters above the ground.
Climbing the steps to the stage, Xiao Fei walked to stand beside the host.
The beautiful hostess, holding a microphone, lifted her gaze to Xiao Fei, her eyes sparkling like stars.
Even from afar, she had already sensed Xiao Fei’s uniquely extraordinary aura, like plum blossoms defying the snow—calm and steadfast in the face of any chaos.
This otherworldly deanor made her single him out with just one glance amidst the bustling crowd.
However, when Xiao Fei stepped onto the stage and stood beside her,
the hostess realized she had underestimated him.
“Flawless skin, like jade.”
This phrase, typically reserved for describing beautiful won, seed not the least bit discordant when applied to him.
His skin was flawless, like porcelain, his features painted with delicate precision, and his bone structure strikingly well-defined.
Beneath his sword-like brows were a pair of radiant eyes that seed to pierce directly into one’s soul.
He looked as if he had stepped straight out of a computer-generated animation, yet he exuded not a hint of artificiality.
Especially when those clear and pure eyes landed on her, the hostess felt her heart thudding uncontrollably.
Standing next to Xiao Fei, she felt as though she were soaking in a hot spring—warm and soothing—while her legs turned weak.
This was the kind of man for whom even the most refined depictions of masculine beauty would feel like sacrilege.
The hostess racked her brain, trying to conjure up so poetic phrases to say, but found herself utterly at a loss.
“…Ahem!”
“Handso guy, are you attending the Lantern Festival alone?”
As soon as the words left her lips, a wave of frustration washed over the hostess.
A man this striking, this clean-cut, almost ethereal like an immortal in a painting—after thinking so long, the best she could co up with was “handso guy.”
Disheartened but holding onto hope, she looked intently at Xiao Fei.
And yet…
“I ca here with my wife,” he replied.
The hostess, along with the many girls in the audience who had been gazing at Xiao Fei with eager eyes, all had their expressions dim simultaneously.
Such a breathtakingly handso man—he’s already married?
“So, the handso guy is already married?
Your wife must be absolutely stunning!”
Xiao Fei’s lips curled into a gentle smile.
“Yes, she’s very beautiful.”
A dense wave of envy began brewing among the crowd.
Gathering her composure quickly, the hostess continued, “Well, handso guy, here’s the thing.
This is our xxxx…”
Following an explanation from her, Xiao Fei finally understood that this was a performance organized by Water Street’s managent for the Lantern Festival.
He had coincidentally stumbled upon the segnt inviting an audience mber to perform a song.
The hostess kept stealing glances at Xiao Fei, feeling as though he seed oddly familiar.
Could she have seen him on TV or elsewhere before?
Just as this fleeting thought arose, she heard Xiao Fei say:
“Well…
I got separated from my wife.
I can’t find her.
When I called, she didn’t pick up.
She probably didn’t hear .”
“So I wanted to sing a song here.
If she hears it, she’ll co find herself.”
These words made the hearts of many won in the crowd swoon.
Losing sight of your beloved, yet calling her back with a song…
Why couldn’t such a romantic scenario happen to them?
Many girls who ca with their boyfriends weren’t even hiding their disappointnt as they glanced sideways at the n beside them.
“I see.
It sounds like you and your wife share a deep bond…”
“So, handso man, what song would you like to sing?”
Xiao Fei thought for a mont and replied,
“‘Weak Water Three Thousand.'”
“Yuxin, if you can hear this, please co here quickly.”
After so communication with the backstage staff, the hostess quietly stepped aside.
The staff promptly searched for and began playing the accompanint.
As the prelude ca to an end, under the eager gaze of the crowd, Xiao Fei held the microphone, his eyes scanning the audience as he began to sing:
“Pear blossoms drift softly outside your window…”
This was originally a duet, yet his solo rendition was seamless and captivating.
In the crowd—
Tang Yuxin was anxiously searching for Xiao Fei.
Suddenly, she pulled out her phone, only to discover a missed call from Xiao Fei.
She stomped her foot in frustration.
“Great, I lost my husband…”
Overwheld, Tang Yuxin cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, “Xiao Fei!”
Then, she paused as a familiar voice reached her ears.
Tilting her head to listen closely, she suddenly hitched up her white dress and dashed toward a bridge spanning the river.
Upon reaching the top, Tang Yuxin looked far into the distance and, sure enough, spotted that unforgettable figure on the stage ahead.
[Two mandarin ducks, playing in the rain over rippling waters, like the bittersweet tang in yearning…]
[Of the many streams, how many would grieve for ?
Eternally, I seek to extend our destined bond…]
The song reached its operatic section just then.
Xiao Fei’s operatic voice astounded everyone.
Sohow, Tang Yuxin understood imdiately—Xiao Fei was singing to her.
This song was ant for her.
“Xiao Fei… my love!”
Hitching her dress higher, Tang Yuxin sprinted toward the stage.
Along the way, bystanders turned their heads to look at her.
As she neared the stage, faced with the thronging crowd, Tang Yuxin took a deep breath and tapped soone on the shoulder.
“Excuse , could you let through?”
The slightly annoyed onlooker, interrupted from enjoying the performance, turned around.
The mont he saw Tang Yuxin, he was rendered speechless.
Obediently, he stepped aside.
Repeating this approach, Tang Yuxin steadily made her way closer to the stage.
At last, Xiao Fei standing above spotted her.
For the first ti, his previously neutral face broke into a smile as he gazed toward Tang Yuxin.
The won around Tang Yuxin were ecstatic, frantically waving their arms and drowning her out in the crowd again.
Tang Yuxin had no choice but to inch closer bit by bit.
Xiao Fei no longer scanned the crowd.
Singing the remainder of the song, his gaze remained solely fixated on Tang Yuxin.
Finally, Tang Yuxin reached the front row.
The song ended on its last note.
Clutching her chest, Tang Yuxin’s eyes filled with tears.
Xiao Fei put the microphone back on the stand.
The hostess walked toward him, visibly moved and full of admiration.
However, before she could even speak, Xiao Fei leapt off the stage and swept Tang Yuxin tightly into his arms.
“I’m so sorry I lost you,” he murmured.
“No…
I should be the one apologizing.
I promise I’ll never get so distracted again,” Tang Yuxin replied, nuzzling into Xiao Fei’s embrace and taking his hand.
Gently, Xiao Fei wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead from the run and said softly, “Let’s go.”
“Mhm~”
Awed by the couple’s beauty and presence, the crowd parted instinctively to make way.
The hostess stood on stage, gazing at the hand-in-hand couple walking away as if no one else were present.
Suddenly, she thought of a boy who had persistently pursued her.
Perhaps after the Lantern Festival, she would ask him out for a stroll…
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