To The Lovely You

  Lan Feifei's heart hurts even more. At a certain moment when she answered the phone, she suddenly felt like she wanted to cry. She fought back the physical discomfort and tried to make her voice sound calmer and more cheerful.

   "What are you doing?" On the other end of the phone, there was some loud music and a group of people shouting beats. He Chaoran's voice sounded breathless, as if he had just finished dancing.

   "No... nothing, I'm bored watching TV!" Lan Feifei pressed her stomach tightly with her hand, and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with the other hand.

   "So boring... Then did you miss me?" He Chaoran smiled softly, "In another week, I can go back to find you."

   "Of course I miss you." Lan Feifei also pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled hard. Of course she missed him. When she was most vulnerable and helpless, she thought that he could accompany her.

"Well, I miss you too." He Chaoran blew a kiss to the microphone, "It's so boring to be locked here every day to practice singing and dancing, if only you were with me. By the way, my concert, You will definitely come! I have reserved a place for you..."

  What else He Chao said after that, Lan Feifei couldn't hear clearly. Dou Da's sweat kept falling from her forehead, and her consciousness gradually became blurred... she didn't even have the strength to respond perfunctorily.

  He Chaoran said that he didn't hear her response for a long time, and he heard the sound of gasping faintly. He finally realized that something was wrong: "Feifei, Feifei! What's wrong with you?"

After calling    several times in a row, he heard Lan Feifei's weak answer: "It's okay... just now..."

After   , she fainted before she finished speaking.

   On the other end of the phone, He Chaoran was still anxiously shouting her name, but she could no longer hear it.

   "Chaoran, can you continue dancing?" The full-body dance coach shouted He Chaoran's name on the field.

   But He Chaoran was holding the phone, and his mind was blank. What happened to Feifei? He can't wait to fly to her side right now.

   "Transcendence! Transcendence!" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, the dance coach had to walk behind him and pat him on the shoulder.

  He Chaoran turned around and quickly said to him, "Sorry, I have to leave beforehand", and then ran away without looking back.

   As soon as he went out, he bumped into his agent.

   "Chaoran, where are you going? I have something very important..." He Chaoran had disappeared without a trace before the agent's words were half said.

  Lan Feifei fell into a coma, and she had a hazy dream. Dreaming that He Chaoran was back, he kept patting his face: "Feifei, wake up! Wake up!"

  However, she couldn't wake up, and tears were silently flowing in her heart.

   She is so stupid, how could He Chaoran come back. He's in closed training now, and the concert is about to start...

   "Feifei! Don't scare me!" He Chaoran's voice sounded close at hand, so real. The anxious expression on his face was so real.

  Lan Feifei finally raised her heavy eyelids, and He Chaoran's anxious eyes appeared in the hazy: "He Chaoran, is it really you?"

   She murmured in a low voice, and reached out her hand to touch his cheek, wanting to touch him well. Because she always felt that what she saw was just an illusion.