In a double-layered chiffon white dress, her slightly curled long hair draped across her shoulders, she who rarely adorned herself wore a small pearl earring, seemingly a touch of wisdom that imparted an ethereal quality beyond her cool demeanor.
How can she be so beautiful...
Like other ordinary folks in the classroom, Zhou Wang couldn’t tear his gaze away for even a moment, watching her as she walked to the center stage’s piano. After bowing to the audience as per the etiquette, she lifted her long skirt and sat in front of the piano.
It was only at this moment that the classroom seemed to resound with a collective exhale... It turned out that many had unconsciously been holding their breath.
Then, Jiang Mo’s hands hovered above the keyboard, but she paused.
Jiang Mo didn’t know what came to mind, her gaze became dazed. Amid the puzzled looks of the crowd, she suddenly started to zone out without making the next move...
"Momo... hey, Jiang Mo, what are you doing!"
Standing at the front, Wang Ying shouted anxiously in a low voice, noticing that some professors were starting to frown.
Hearing the call, Jiang Mo looked back. In her daze, Jiang Mo seemed to see a familiar face, and she unconsciously revealed a slight smile. That smile stunned Wang Ying, who was more familiar with her.
Because even she had never seen that smile before.
Quickly, Jiang Mo withdrew her gaze and returned to normal from her trance-like state.
Although that glimpse was just an illusion, it was as if he were here, how wonderful...
Holding onto this mindset, Jiang Mo finally let her slender white fingers fall.
Ding dong dong...
As the beautiful piano music began to flow in the stepped classroom, the room fell completely silent, even some professors lightly closed their eyes, starting to enjoy the auditory feast brought by the pure music.
But actually, for many, it wasn’t merely an auditory enjoyment. Even without sound, just sitting at the piano, she seemed a picturesque beauty inadvertently cast into the mundane world.
At this moment, Zhou Wang realized that perhaps all students of the piano department present could play at Jiang Mo’s level, but being able to conquer most of the audience with just aura like Jiang Mo was unique to her. Only her.
This was a performance and a personal blossom uniquely hers.
Immersed in the piano playing, Jiang Mo’s cold and ethereal aura was fully magnified.
She was in this classroom, yet also untouchable on the moon, glowing alone.
(Jiang Mo’s Piano Performance Image—It’s extremely hard to find real images of senior Jiang Mo, so these anime-style hand-drawn illustrations will have to do)
Zhou Wang watched in a daze for a while before quietly pulling off his windbreaker, stepping forward a few steps to the girl with a single ponytail beside him gently asking, "Excuse me, what piece is this?"
Wang Ying glanced inexplicably at the Zhou Wang beside her... When did such a handsome guy appear beside her without her noticing.
Moreover, for some reason, he seemed somewhat familiar to her, though she couldn’t recall where she had seen him.
Thinking this in her heart, Wang Ying still instinctively replied: "It’s a medley of national-style compositions, ’Floating Light’, and ’Red Artist’, and ’Ten Years in the Mortal Realm’..."
(Short video search "Floating Light Piano")
Zhou Wang understood, such compositions weren’t very difficult to play, but the style would fit the National Day performance’s expected tone well.
He didn’t speak again, just continued to watch Jiang Mo, immersing himself in her performance.
Wang Ying watched Zhou Wang’s gentle eyes and slightly lifted mouth, couldn’t help but purse her lips. Okay, saying that this guy had such a nice aura, seemed her type, turns out he was just another Momo fan...
But Wang Ying also wasn’t surprised.
If she were a boy, she couldn’t possibly have any resistance to such a perfect girl either.
Unfortunately, they probably didn’t know, Jiang Mo actually already had a boyfriend... Oh no, perhaps even was already married.
"Ah, Momo, I wonder what kind of boy it would take to match you, Daniel Wu feels a bit lacking, hahaha..."
On some ordinary noon, Wang Ying sat across from Jiang Mo, watching her read quietly amidst the play of light and shadow in the library, couldn’t help but sigh.
"Hmm?"
Jiang Mo looked up puzzled, then said softly, "I’m married."
"What?!"
If not for being especially familiar with Jiang Mo, knowing she had no sense of humor and never joked, Wang Ying almost couldn’t believe this fact.
Especially since Jiang Mo didn’t use the term "boyfriend", but "husband".
To Wang Ying’s probing, Jiang Mo didn’t respond, and seeing she didn’t want to dive into the topic deeply, Wang Ying could only restrain her inner gossip, but she couldn’t resist being puzzled.
Because she was with Jiang Mo almost every day, yet... no guy ever appeared around Jiang Mo.
No way... even for a long-distance relationship, he couldn’t possibly not visit her for such a long time, right?
That man’s heart must be enormously big!
Letting such a fairy-like girlfriend, possibly wife, fend for herself?
Uh, though considering Jiang Mo’s personality, it indeed seemed rather reassuring, unless that guy is as busy as the President of the Beautiful Country, it wouldn’t make sense to completely ignore such a woman, right?
In short, Wang Ying couldn’t figure it out.
Or perhaps Jiang Mo didn’t want to be harassed and pretended not to be single, but even that didn’t make sense since Wang Ying felt besides herself, there wasn’t a second person in the whole big academy, whom Jiang Mo would answer such a question.
To unfamiliar people, she’s someone who doesn’t even owe a word of response, not out of deliberate indifference, it’s just that she doesn’t care about so-called social etiquette.
Anyway, for Wang Ying, who grew up in Jinmen, she couldn’t imagine how such a personality could survive in reality.
This made Wang Ying even more curious about that man, what kind of "novel protagonist" could pursue such a girl!
... thud!
In Wang Ying’s wandering thoughts, Jiang Mo pressed the final tone of the piano piece.
When the reverberation ceased, the classroom was silent for a few seconds, then led by the attending dean, sparse applause began, quickly growing enthusiastic and echoing through the entire classroom.
At this time, Jiang Mo lifted her skirt and stood up, bowing slightly to thank those below.
"Momo, breathtaking!"
After taking a photo of Jiang Mo, Wang Ying put her hands by her mouth and screamed.
Jiang Mo looked up, her expression as serene as ever, but she froze at seeing the young man standing beside Wang Ying.
Her expression instantly stiffened, and her eyes lost focus.
She then blinked, and blinked again...
She fluttered her eyelashes so desperately, but ultimately couldn’t resist, the dam of emotions breaking in an instant, physiological tears welled up, quickly blurring her vision.
She hastily raised her hand to wipe them away, and everything became clear again.
Yes, she hadn’t mistaken it, nor was it an illusion...
He was indeed standing there, smiling at her.
Jiang Mo bit her lip, desperately wanting to move forward, but perhaps it was due to being unaccustomed to high heels, she stumbled slightly. At this moment Zhou Wang saw her intention and gestured that there was no need to hurry.
"I’m right here, won’t run, take your time."
Zhou Wang gestured, conveying his meaning.
So, Jiang Mo took a deep breath, carefully lifting her skirt to step off the stage, ignoring the professors who came to talk to her, she went straight to Zhou Wang.
Staring at Zhou Wang, her eyes became misty again, she instinctively clarified: "Lord..."
Oh crap!
Zhou Wang quickly reacted, rushing forward to cover her mouth.
Senior sister, you can’t just shout like that now!