His breath scattered all over her ear, not sure if it was the warmth or shyness, Ye Ranran’s earlobe turned pink.
And her already blushed cheeks grew even redder, making her whole appearance even more dazzling and charming.
The two stood under the street lamp, with the hazy yellow light casting down, enveloping everything under a thin veil of yellow gauze, and they too were shrouded, blurry, like an unclear ink painting.
"Alright, let’s go in." Jun Mochan slightly tightened his hand around Ye Ranran’s waist.
When the two entered the show venue, all the flashlights and caras were aid at them, and for a mont, the quiet show venue was filled only with the sound of clicking caras.
Such a scene, Ye Ranran was not familiar with yet not unfamiliar either. She leaned on Jun Mochan, her lips curling in a flawless smile.
The two stood for a minute before taking their seats.
Once in the dark, Ye Ranran rolled her eyes, wasn’t it supposed to be unimportant? Wasn’t it supposed to be casual? Then what was all this?
"Mr. Jun, it turns out you can be unreliable too." Ye Ranran whispered in his ear.
"How am I unreliable?" Jun Mochan whispered back in her ear.
To the one playing dumb, Ye Ranran generously gave a big eye-roll once more.
As Jun Mochan sat down, Ah Bo signaled to the staff with a glance.
The host said a few words on stage and then left the field to the models.
The first ones out were models in fashion outfits. Upon seeing the clothes on them, Ye Ranran felt a sense of familiarity but couldn’t recall where she had seen them.
After thinking carefully, she quickly rembered where she had seen them.
These were clearly clothes from her design book.
She looked towards Jun Mochan, eyes filled with confusion, what was he planning to do?
Jun Mochan placatingly squeezed her palm, signaling her to stay calm.
After the modern fashion passed, ca the ancient costus, all of which were iconic designs by Ye Ranran.
"I’m going to the restroom." Jun Mochan released Ye Ranran’s hand.
Ye Ranran’s attention was already captured by the models on stage, not noticing what Jun Mochan had said.
Jun Mochan looked at her worryingly, unsure if she could handle such stimulation, but he couldn’t wait any longer.
He wanted her to rember quickly; he didn’t want her to beco a diplomat.
She couldn’t go anywhere but remain by his side, as his wife.
Ah Bo slipped quietly through the crowd to Jun Mochan’s side.
"Is everything ready?" Jun Mochan pulled his gaze away from Ye Ranran.
"Ready," Ah Bo said respectfully, lowering his head.
Jun Mochan nodded and walked towards the dressing room.
When Jun Mochan appeared in front of Ye Ranran in ancient attire, looking like an image from a painting, Ye Ranran felt sothing awaken in her mind.
Her gaze stuck to him, unable to move an inch.
Jun Mochan, without saying a word, walked silently down the entire runway. He never was good with sentintal words, and now he feared saying too much would pressure her.
Afterward, Ye Ranran seed absent-minded, and it wasn’t until the show ended and on their way back, did Jun Mochan ask, "Ranran, did you rember anything?"
Ye Ranran nodded, "I did, but my mind is a ss, I can’t sort it out."
Many things were vague, all piled up in her mind, leaving her feeling exhausted.
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