We're standing there in the crowd, and somehow I've turned into Jiang's personal bodyguard instead of actually enjoying the stage.
Every time someone gets a little too close, I subtly step in front of him. Every time a girl's phone tilts a little too much in his direction, I shift us sideways.
Mine. Hands off.
Jiang, meanwhile, has one arm loosely around my shoulders, calm like he isn't the center of a silent fan war.
The music suddenly lowers.
The anchors finally stop ranting.
A man and a woman walk onto the stage, greeting the crowd. The cheers explode so loud my ears ring.
Lights sweep across the audience.
The anchors start calling out names.
Drama titles. Actor names.
Jiang stiffens.
He looks at the stage.
Then he looks at me.
His eyes go wide—shocked, confused, surprised, excited all at once.
"Yunhua…" he whispers urgently, gripping my shoulder a little tighter. "Is it…?"
I don't answer.
I just smirk and tilt my chin toward the stage.
"Look."
And then—
