During the break, Huaiyi sat upright in her chair. The strapless evening gown she wore was slightly too big for her. To keep it in place, she pinned it at the back, fearing that any sudden movement might cause it to come undone.
She held her violin, casting a dark and unclear glance in his direction from time to time. He was dressed in a well-fitted black suit, his hair neatly combed back, holding a wine glass with his tall and slender frame, looking every bit the refined and graceful gentleman.
All of a sudden, he caught her gaze with the corner of his eye and looked over. His eyes were warm, eyebrows slightly raised in an almost smile, his emotions unreadable.
Caught peeping, Huaiyi cleared her throat uncomfortably, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Just then, as the person on stage finished speaking and everyone applauded, their performance resumed.
