Drifting Towards You

The next day, Xia Feise went to work in the dance troupe as usual.

She intends to survive the Cliton interview first, and if she can be accepted, she will have surgery and then postpone her admission.

If she still fails to be admitted, then she has tried her best and will not regret it again.

What Xia Feise didn't expect was that the usual day made her wait for an uninvited guest.

"Xia Feise, someone is looking for it, come out." The teacher was instructing everyone to train, but the leader above brought people over in person, and he went straight to Xia Feise to take a look.

Xia Feise slowly stopped her movements, turned her head and looked over.

After the teacher saw him, he went up to ask about the situation, and then said to Xia Feise: "Face, come here."

Before and after Xia Feise walked up, the leader looked at her and then smiled: "When someone wants to see you, you should stop for today's training. I have already told your teacher."

"Okay." Xia Feise nodded slightly, but for a moment she didn't know who the one who came to her would be.

It wasn't until she followed the leader to see a young woman waiting in front of the building from a distance, that she suddenly recognized the woman she had met that day.

That is, the protagonist of suicide in the past two days, Han Jingrong.

The woman wore a set of white suits, she was very temperamental, her face was still pale, but she had dressed up very carefully, painted very beautiful makeup, and looked very delicate.

"Hello." Xia Fei said in a warm voice.

Han Jingrong stared at her for a few seconds, then turned to Xia Feise's leader and said, "Uncle Wang, go ahead and trouble you today."

"Okay, then you can talk to her first and ask me if you have any questions. Scarlett is the best dancer in our place. If it weren't for the injury before, she would definitely not come to a small place like ours." The leader smiled and said, not forgetting to praise Xia Feise.

Xia Feise didn't speak, and Han Jingrong didn't look at her until the leader left and said, "Let's find a place to sit. I want to talk to you."

"Good." Xia Feise did not refuse.

Han Jingrong glanced at her black practice clothes. She was very self-cultivating, with perfect lines, indescribably slender and sexy. At first glance, she knew that only a woman with full self-discipline could do it.

"It's a bit cold outside. Go back and get a coat first. I'll wait for you here." Han Jingrong said softly, not too aggressive.

Xia Feise was not polite, after all, if she fell ill, she would still suffer.

Since she didn't mean to embarrass herself, she wouldn't be brave.

When she came back, she had changed her clothes, a light pink V-neck sweater, beige wide-leg pants, and a thick white down jacket wrapped around it, which looked very warm.

Han Jingrong smiled at her, and walked out and said, "I saw a cafe nearby. Let's go and sit down."

"Okay." Xia Feise walked beside her, wondering what her purpose was for coming to find herself.

This cafe Xia Feise has been here several times. The environment is elegant and petty. The overall feeling is relatively relaxed and comfortable.

Xia Feise ordered a cup of Blue Mountain, and Han Jingrong ordered a cappuccino.

Then she looked up at Xia Feise and whispered, "Actually, I don't know what I am looking for you. Maybe I just want to see what kind of woman he likes."

Han Jingrong whispered softly, with a bitterness that shouldn't belong to her under her eyes when she spoke.

The richness almost couldn't disperse, facing each other across the table, Xia Feishi seemed to be able to feel the pain in her heart.