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Although the stage was simple, everyone's enthusiasm remained undiminished.

After arriving, Jian Yue did not sit with Aunt Wu and the others.

After all, she wasn't there to watch the show, she was there to spoil the plot.

The lights on the stage flickered and the people below were whispering to each other, looking forward to the performance beginning.

Jian Yue found a pretty good spot to stand.

It's not a critical point yet, and it would be bad if I just wait there rashly.

At least wait until dark!

Standing quietly in the crowd, the breeze blew up the strands of hair on her forehead, and the light yellow floral headband also fluttered gently.

Sometimes his eyes looked intently at the stage, and sometimes they drifted away thoughtfully.

The delicate profile looks even more charming under the light.

Not far away, a man just entered the square and his eyes were attracted by Jian Yue.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes full of amazement and fascination.

He unconsciously took a few steps closer and turned a deaf ear to the greetings of his companions.

Suddenly, the music on the stage sounded and the performance officially began.

Jian Yue walked along the backstage path.

The man was pulled back by his companions and had to give up and did not follow.

Backstage

Ye Qingqing was confidently preparing to go on stage to lead the dance performance backstage.

She stands gracefully in the corner, with her arms stretched out elegantly, her figure light and agile.

She tilted her head slightly, opened her red lips, and silently recited the rhythm and movements of the dance.

She took a deep breath, smiled, and encouraged herself, "This is my stage, I will definitely shine!"

And in a dark corner behind the stage, a pair of evil eyes were staring at Ye Qingqing.

There was greed and ill intention in his eyes, as if he was plotting some ulterior motive.

Jiang Zeyuan was on duty today, ostensibly to maintain the "safety" of the scene, but in fact he had another mission.

He moved among the crowd with steady and agile steps.

His cold eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning the surroundings accurately, not missing any suspicious clues.

His face was tense, his expression serious and focused.

It seems to be maintaining order in an orderly manner, but in fact it is observing a specific target quietly.

Every few steps he took, he would pause.

He quickly exchanged glances with other fighters that were imperceptible to others, silently conveying secret codes that only they could understand.

The performance on the stage has begun, and the wonderful show has aroused cheers from the audience.

Ye Qingqing was concentrating on making the final preparations and did not notice at all that a thick wooden stick was shaking on the stacked cabinets next to her.

Suddenly, without warning.

The wooden stick fell down at lightning speed.

Ye Qingqing heard the sound of the wind and turned her head subconsciously, her face turning pale with fright in an instant.

My mind went blank and my feet felt like they were nailed down, with nowhere to hide.

At this critical moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and pulled her hard.

A huge pulling force came, and Ye Qingqing felt her body suddenly lose balance, and she fell heavily to the ground with the owner of the hand.

The moment the two men fell, the wooden stick hit the ground with a "bang", raising a cloud of dust.

Ye Qingqing was still in shock, her heart was pounding, and she was gasping for breath. It took her a while to come back to her senses.

She raised her head tremblingly and looked at the person who saved her, her eyes filled with fear and gratitude for surviving a disaster, "Thank you!"

At this time, Ye Qingqing realized that the person who saved her was the girl who helped her out last time.

An indescribable feeling of emotion welled up in my heart.

Jian Yue smiled bitterly in pain, "It's okay!"

I don't want to be a scapegoat, this is just perfect!

I also saw Jiang Zeyuan.

I would rather save the heroine myself than have him do it.

Yes, it’s so domineering!

I can't deny that I have a strong possessiveness!

Jiang Zeyuan saw this scene with his own eyes. He was shocked and his heart instantly rose to his throat.

He quickly took two steps at a time and squatted down, looking nervous, "Wife, how are you? Are you hurt?"

As he spoke, his eyes scanned Jian Yue anxiously, and he wanted to help her up with both hands, but was afraid of hurting her.

Jian Yue patted the dust off her body, shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

The moment she raised her hand, she felt a sharp pain.

Upon closer inspection, I found that the skin on my palm was scratched and blood was oozing out.

Jiang Zeyuan had been staring at her, so he naturally saw everything.

I saw him frowning and standing up suddenly.

With a sharp gaze, he looked at the fallen stick and the shaky cabinet, and shouted angrily: "What's going on? We must investigate it thoroughly!"

At this time, the surrounding soldiers also quickly gathered over.

Jiang Zeyuan didn't stop at all, turned around and ran out resolutely.

When Jian Yue saw him abandon her like this, she felt inexplicably sad.

His eyelids drooped, his lower lip was tightly bitten, and his face looked aggrieved.

Unexpectedly, after a while.

Suddenly I felt my body lighten and I was suddenly picked up.

"Wife, I'll take you to the outpatient clinic to bandage your wound." Jiang Zeyuan hugged her tightly without saying a word, and left the scene with big strides.

Jian Yue was stunned at first, then a surprised smile broke out on her face, and the grievance just now disappeared in an instant.

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Zeyuan's neck, rested her head gently on his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.

Along the way, the upward curve at the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.

From time to time, I looked up at Jiang Zeyuan's tense profile, and my heart was beating like a little rabbit.

When they arrived at the outpatient clinic, Jiang Zeyuan carefully placed Jian Yue on the chair, and then hurried to find a doctor.

......

Ye Qingqing was hurriedly urged by the staff to get ready to go on stage.

At this moment, he took a step forward and took a breath of cold air with a hiss, frowning.

Only then did I realize that I had sprained my ankle.

She squatted down and rubbed her ankle gently, a look of pain on her face.

But he quickly adjusted his expression and tried hard not to show any abnormality.

However, I knew in my heart that I sprained my ankle.

I took a deep breath and encouraged myself, "I can't give up the stage, absolutely not!"

So, she walked towards the stage seemingly normally, but her steps were a little stiff.

Every step I took was so painful that sweat broke out on my forehead.

Ye Qingqing gritted her teeth and didn't let the pain show on her face.

And the evil and cruel look just now was now hiding in the dark, watching all this with resentment.

He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and cursed under his breath, "Humph, you're lucky!"

Although Ye Qingqing was injured, once she stepped onto the stage, she seemed like a different person.

As the music started, she spun and jumped lightly, her posture as graceful as a swan.

Every movement was precise and precise, and her injured ankle seemed to have no effect on her at all.

Her dance steps are as smooth as flowing water, and her skirt flutters with her movements like a blooming flower.

Despite the stabbing pain in her ankle, she relied on her tenacity and love for dance to perform every expression perfectly.

The audience was attracted by her wonderful performance, and cheers and applause rang out like a tide.