Chapter 66 His stunning beauty came towards him.

Si Yue turned her head instantly, craning her neck to look around with a curious expression.

What? What?

When their gaze fell on the center of the stage, their eyes widened instantly.

Not only were the onlookers stunned, but even Song Shiyi, the person involved, was completely dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at the boy opposite her, forgetting to even blink.

Originally, a curtain call was to take after the performance.

He Jinzhao stood up and extended his hand to her. She naturally placed her hand in his palm, and the two of them stepped forward together and bowed.

Up to this point, everything was normal.

But the next second, the man standing next to her suddenly turned around and smiled gently at her.

He bent down slightly, his shoulder line taut along the curve of his body, and the crisp scent of cedar wafted over her from his clothes, filling her nostrils.

Her hand was still in his palm, warmer than he had expected, damp with a little sweat, and surprisingly scalding hot.

The surrounding noise seemed to have been muted.

He nodded slightly, the itch on the back of his hand seeping into his heart.

The moment the lips touched was extremely light, without any excessive force, just a fleeting, soft touch, like the first breeze of melting snow in early spring, kissing the newly blooming calyx.

She felt the coolness of his breath, mixed with a faint fragrance, creeping up the back of his hand and wrapping around his neck.

Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, but he seemed to sense it and gently stroked her knuckles with his thumb, the movement so tender it was almost lingering.

When I looked up, I met his smiling eyes, which held unspoken emotions that were unfathomable.

The hand-kissing gesture was brief; he straightened up, his palm still clenched, the touch of their fingertips seemingly still warm from their lips.

With an indescribable tenderness, layers of ambiguity spread through the air.

Song Shiyi never expected that he would do this in public.

For a moment, they stood there stunned, unable to react.

After regaining her senses, a hint of shyness immediately appeared on her face.

A thin layer of red spread across the tips of her ears, creeping quietly down her earlobes and up her cheeks, spreading into a warm, soft pink.

She hurriedly lowered her eyelashes, concealing the turmoil surging in her eyes.

A faint red tinge appeared on the tip of her nose, and her breathing became erratic, light and rapid.

She pursed her lips, her tongue unconsciously touching her lower lip, feeling as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her face.

My mind was buzzing, with only his smiling eyes and that kiss, so light it was like a sigh, lingering in my heart, making me feel so sweet it was almost unbearable.

Shen Yanci, standing to the side of the stage, witnessed the entire scene.

He clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the two people on the stage, feeling an intense sense of displeasure raging within him.

He hadn't expected them to orchestrate this, and surprisingly, Song Shiyi, with his docile and law-abiding nature, didn't refuse.

She looked shy, but also very happy.

Her shy yet smiling expression was glaringly irritating to him.

Ji Siyu, standing next to him, looked like she had just bumped into something, completely oblivious to what he was thinking.

"Why didn't we think of doing this? It would have created a really nice atmosphere."

Shen Yanci's voice was slightly cold: "What kind of behavior is this? There's no manners at all. It's utterly improper."

Ji Siyu paused, looking at him strangely, and said, "Isn't a hand kiss a normal thing? There's nothing wrong with it?"

When she went abroad to compete, some male athletes would use this gesture to express their admiration and best wishes to her.

What's wrong?

She looked at him carefully for a few moments, then reached out and touched his forehead, asking with concern, "What's wrong? You look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Yanci grasped her hand, forced a smile, and shook his head at her: "It's nothing."

Ji Siyu was a little suspicious, but seeing that he was indeed alright, she didn't ask any more questions.

He simply exclaimed, "I didn't expect these two to perform so well; they completely outshone us. If there were a ranking, they would definitely be number one."

At this point, Shen Yanci's expression turned even uglier.

Song Shiyi and He Jinzhao's performance was completely unexpected to him. He had no idea that his brother played the piano so well, nor did he know that his childhood sweetheart was such a good pianist.

In his memory, he seemed to have only heard Song Shiyi play the violin once, but he had to leave early because he had something to do before the end.

All I remember is that her eyes sparkled with excitement that day, full of anticipation.

Little did he know that the moment he turned and left without hesitation, his spirits were dampened.

He looked up at the graceful young woman and secretly clenched his fist.

Yi-yi, you still like your brother, right?

The host didn't expect this part either, and almost made a mistake.

After exchanging a few polite words, He Jinzhao and Song Shiyi were asked to leave the stage and rest.

Just as Shen Yanci was about to step forward, Ji Siyu stopped him.

"Why are you going up there like a third wheel? Let's hurry back to the dressing room, I need to change my clothes."

She ignored what Shen Yanci was thinking and pulled him away from there.

Shen Yanci turned to look at the two people who were leaving the stage. No matter how unwilling he was, he didn't say anything.

If Ji Siyu gets angry, he has to spend time coaxing her.

Never mind, I'll talk to Yi-yi alone another time.

...

After leaving the stage, He Jinzhao and Song Shiyi also headed towards the dressing room.

She was too embarrassed to ask on stage, but she couldn't hold it in any longer once she was offstage.

The two walked and talked.

She glanced furtively at the person beside her, carefully considered her words, and asked softly, "Why did you do that just now?"

A hint of a smile flashed in He Jinzhao's eyes, and he feigned confusion: "Hmm?"

"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

Song Shiyi pursed her lips and glanced at her surroundings.

The atmosphere was noisy, and with a few people walking by occasionally, it was quite loud, so it's normal not to hear them.

Without thinking much of it, she simply moved closer and repeated the question she had just asked.

To everyone's surprise, He Jinzhao still looked puzzled and said he hadn't heard.

Song Shiyi frowned slightly. Was her voice really that soft?

You can't hear me even when you're this close?

She looked at He Jinzhao's innocent and confused expression, and her eyes flickered.

Okay.

She glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, gently waved to He Jinzhao.

The latter eagerly moved closer and lowered his head.

A faint fragrance wafted over, and warm breath brushed against his ear. He lowered his eyelashes and gently curved his lips into a smile.

"He Jinzhao, you're a liar."

He Jinzhao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He lifted his eyelids to look at Song Shiyi. The girl had a triumphant smile on her face, her eyes sparkling, and she was covering her mouth to giggle.

"You guessed it?"

Song Shiyi puffed out his chest, looking proud.

"Then why are you cooperating with me?"

"Because this will make you happy."

He Jinzhao paused slightly, his thin lips pursed, staring at her intently.

Song Shiyi's eyes curved downwards, and they seemed to hold a dazzling light, showing great sincerity.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, her voice soft, sweet, clear, and pure.

"If you're happy, I'm happy too."

He Jinzhao was slightly taken aback, then a hint of a smile appeared in his phoenix eyes, radiating a tenderness that was almost overwhelming.

That year, I caught a glimpse of Fanyue Temple and fell in love at first sight.

And now, his breathtaking beauty is coming towards him.