A feeling of familiarity? Why was there such a strong feeling?
It was just an illusion, Yang Ping felt embarrassed and immediately turned to look at the door - Xiao Su had not arrived yet.
In his heart, there was only Xiao Su and no room for anyone else. Yet, he couldn't suppress this peculiar feeling—it was taking root in his heart.
Yang Ping couldn't help but glance back at the stage, not because of stunning beauty, but because of this indescribable feeling, as if he was searching—He searched her among the crowd, then suddenly turned back, and she was there under the dim light.
Little Miss Su approached halfway up the steps, waved to everyone with a smile, her eyes taking in the surroundings, were they looking at him? Yang Ping immediately shook his head. The person standing on the stage, looking down, it's common for everyone to think they are being greeted.