Lin Si got off the elevator, feeling that he was a little collapsed, and his legs were even a little numb.
It's really like a dream, this kind of thing, posted on Weibo may be envious to others, right?
Lin Siwan covered her thumping heart, and she was completely out of the mood to go outside to collect wind. She took a deep breath for a long time before slowly reacting, and lowered her head to turn on the camera to check the photo she had just taken.
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The photo happened to capture Song Yaxuan's process of lowering his head to raise his eyes. I have to say that the quality of the camera is very good. The gap in the elevator opened little by little, and the person opposite slowly raised his head... What a story photo...
Lin Siwan didn't dare to move at all.
This photo is really... so beautiful that it makes her want to hide it.
She put down the camera, only to feel that the camera in her hand was also starting to warm up.
Song Yaxuan... She recited this name silently in her heart.
He probably didn't remember her, the last time he lowered his head, and the whole process was only a few minutes in the background to communicate.
Yes, won't remember.
She didn't know how to describe her mood, and she took the elevator back upstairs.
Song Yaxuan's room could be found in the backstage. Lin Siwan planned to wait for Song Yaxuan to check out and stay overnight, because illegitimate students on the Internet did this, but she couldn't understand the act of digging out the mask from the trash can.
The sense of substitution is very strong, she already feels that she is a pervert.
Let's just take a general picture of the room, she really can't do the thing of digging through the trash can.
Lin Siwan nodded with lingering fears.
Don't be too perverted.
She plans to find time to draw these photos of Song Yaxuan, which is a record of these days.
She remembered the progress bar that had been following her, and sighed helplessly.
Unexpectedly, for the first time in her life, she was still forced to chase stars.
What a sad story.
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On the day the show started, Lin Siwan had already entered the venue early with the manager sent by his company, found his place and sat down. There were a lot of people who came. Most of Lin Siwan didn't know him, and could only watch his own company. The manager walked between them with ease.
Sure enough, bringing the manager was the right decision.
She mixed out and wanted to watch the live star catwalk, because Song Yaxuan could be seen in this event today, so she had a twelve-point spirit.
She was wearing a valuable goose yellow floral skirt, which outlined her figure very well, and the sleeves were those cute bubble sleeves. She looked very girly, which made her stand out when she mixed in the crowd.
Song Yaxuan is here.
Lin Si's eyes lit up, and she started to lift the camera to take pictures. Because there were many people in front of her, and the magnification of the camera was high, she was quite far away.
Today's Song Yaxuan was dressed very fresh, and he was dressed the same as the blazer he met at the elevator that night. This time, it was a floral shirt with black and white patterns on the inside. From a distance, he could see that the whole body was full of legs, and the whole body of Dior was worn by him. With his signature smile, it was a must.
This shirt is really nice.
Lin Si was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the floral dress on her body... ah, is this... fate?
The boy under the spotlight on the opposite side was in high spirits, still calm and unhurried under the flickering lights, faintly revealing the shadow of a giant star.
