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Li Lingfei looked stunning today, dressed in a knee-length white gown. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. The spotlight on stage illuminated her figure, accentuating her charm and grace. She walked lightly to the piano, elegantly bowing deeply to the audience before slowly taking her seat. Gently lifting the piano lid, she placed her slender fingers on the keys. A series of enchanting melodies flowed effortlessly from her fingertips, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Every movement she made exuded nobility, and she captivated the audience below like a princess commanding their admiration.
Just moments ago, Yang Qianfan had been part of the noisy crowd, but now he fell silent, entranced by Li Lingfei on stage. He stared at her as if spellbound, his heart racing with emotions he had never felt before. He had never truly appreciated a girl's beauty until now; her allure was breathtaking and made him yearn for something more.
"Is there really a girl so beautiful in this world? She is like a rare piece of art," Yang Qianfan thought to himself, leaning back and resting his chin on his hand, occasionally displaying a look of regret. After a moment of contemplation, his expression sharpened with determination as he mused, "If I could win this beautiful girl’s heart, how would others see me? They would surely envy me!" Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly lifted his head, puffing out his chest like a proud rooster as he gazed at Li Lingfei on stage. A plan to pursue her began to take shape in his mind.
As soon as Li Lingfei finished her piano solo, applause erupted like a sudden summer downpour, catching everyone off guard. The clapping continued for an extended period without pause. Li Lingfei graciously stood up and floated to the center of the stage to bow in thanks to the audience. It was then time for Wang Yuhan to present flowers on stage, but he remained frozen in place, dazed. His thoughts were still lost in Li Lingfei's music; he was utterly captivated. When he finally came to his senses, he realized that the bouquet he had been holding had mysteriously vanished. Looking at his empty hands in shock, he sprang up from his seat and frantically asked those around him, "Where's my flower? Have you seen my flower?"
"Isn't that it in his hands?" A classmate in the back pointed nervously at Yang Qianfan, who had already taken the stage.
Wang Yuhan followed the direction of the classmate's finger and saw Yang Qianfan holding his bouquet on stage. At that moment, as Yang Qianfan presented the flowers to Li Lingfei, an uproar erupted among the audience. Jealous and envious glances bombarded him from all sides. Many students who enjoyed causing a stir disregarded school rules and whistled loudly, turning the venue into chaos. Wang Yuhan felt a surge of anger rise within him; he wished he could devour Yang Qianfan whole right then and there. However, no amount of anger could change the fact that it was Yang Qianfan who had stolen the spotlight by presenting flowers.
To others, presenting flowers might seem like an ordinary act not worth mentioning. But for Wang Yuhan, this gesture symbolized his pure love for Li Lingfei and was meant to be the first step in his long-planned confession. He never expected that such an important moment would be so absurdly thwarted by his good friend Yang Qianfan.
When Yang Qianfan returned from the stage with a beaming smile, Wang Yuhan certainly did not greet him warmly. With a face clouded with anger like a pressure cooker about to explode, he coldly questioned Yang Qianfan, "How could you take my flowers and present them?"
"Why are you so worked up? Didn't you say you didn't want to go up there and present anything?" Yang Qianfan replied nonchalantly with a relaxed expression. "I just thought she looked great and acted impulsively; I borrowed your flowers for my own use!"
"I—" Wang Yuhan's eyes widened in disbelief as he began to protest but quickly stopped himself. He had indeed thought that way before; however, it was merely an attempt to mask his own hypocrisy. Now it seemed that someone else had seized an opportunity that should have been his while he was left helplessly silent.
Feeling deflated like a punctured balloon, he slumped forward with his right hand raised, resting his elbow on the armrest of his chair and pinching his forehead with five fingers as he silently sighed in frustration while watching the rest of the performance unfold.
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