The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Wenrou stood at the bustling concert venue, the stadium with a capacity of 50,000 people was packed.

The screams that came one after another hit her eardrums like a tide, and the fluorescent stick in her hand drew a blurry light track in the darkness.

She subconsciously took a half step back, and her back felt the cold touch of the isolation railing.

"Don't push!" The girl with blue-purple hair in the front row turned back dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry," Wenrou apologized softly, gripping the cheering stick a little tighter. Three months had passed, and she had finally decided to face reality—that long "dream" was just a dream after all.

"What are you daydreaming about!" her best friend Lin Xiaoyu squeezed through the crowd and excitedly stuffed a star-shaped glowing hairpin into her hand. "Put it on! This is an official support item!"

Wenrou forced a smile and pinned the hairpin on her temples.

Since waking up in the hospital three months ago, doctors have told her that her so-called "time-travel memories" were just hallucinations created by her brain during her coma. All examination reports show that she was just an ordinary girl who had been in a car accident.

"Shen Che is the most popular singer-songwriter right now!" Lin Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe to look around. "I heard that he was a top student at Berklee College of Music before his debut, and his songs are full of stories..."

She nodded absentmindedly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the lock screen of her phone.

During her hospitalization, she drew many sketches, all of which were of the man named Chu Mo in her dream. The psychiatrist said this was a typical post-traumatic stress reaction and suggested that she participate in more social activities to distract herself.

Suddenly, all the lights in the venue went out, and the screams that were heard one after another froze in an instant.

Wenrou raised her head and saw a silver-blue spotlight piercing the darkness like a sharp sword and landing precisely in the center of the stage.

The elevator slowly rose, and a slender figure gradually emerged. He was wearing a dark blue velvet suit and a star-shaped brooch on his collar.

When the light fully illuminated his face, the glow stick in Wenrou's hand fell to the ground with a "pop".

——That face was clearly the Chu Mo that she had dreamed of countless times.

"Ahhh! Shen Che!" Screams broke out all around.

Wenrou, however, froze in place as if under a spell.

The man on the stage lowered his head to adjust the position of his earphones, his brows furrowed slightly, and even the arc of his clothes rising when he turned around. His appearance was exactly the same as in her dream.

The prelude music sounded, a gentle lyrical song that I had never heard before.

Shen Che held the microphone in one hand, his slender fingers tapping the metal rod to the rhythm. This unintentional little action made her tears burst forth instantly - in her dreams, Chu Mo always liked to tap the table like this when he was thinking.

"Why are you crying?" Lin Xiaoyu handed over a tissue in surprise.

Only then did Wenrou realize that her vision had become blurred.

The figure on the stage twisted and distorted in tears, becoming more and more like the figure in her dream. Three months of psychotherapy, countless attempts at self-persuasion, all crumbled in this moment.

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"Isn't he super handsome?" Lin Xiaoyu excitedly pinched her arm. "We can even take a photo backstage later!"

Wenrou finally came to her senses and found her palms were covered in cold sweat. She took a deep breath and suddenly made a decision: "How do we go?"

"My cousin is a stage assistant," Lin Xiaoyu proudly waved her phone. "He just sent me a backstage pass. I'll take you to meet your idol after the concert!"

After the concert, Lin Xiaoyu grabbed Wenrou's wrist and squeezed towards the backstage passage.

Wenrou stumbled to keep up, the melody of the last song still echoing in her ears. The story described in it was so similar to her own dream...

"Hurry up! If you're late you'll miss the meet-and-greet!" Lin Xiaoyu waved her pass, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Wenrou was pulled by her through the narrow passage, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with sweat hit her face.

Her temples throbbed, beads of sweat formed on her palms. For the first time in three months, she could clearly feel the force of her heart pounding against her chest.

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The backstage lounge area was quieter than expected.

Staff members shuttled back and forth, intermittent instructions coming from the intercom. A gentle gaze fell on the frosted glass door at the end, and a faint figure could be seen swaying inside.

"Teacher Shen, can we take a photo together?" Lin Xiaoyu couldn't wait to speak as soon as she entered the door.

The man sitting in front of the makeup mirror turned his head at the sound, and the light cast fine shadows on his well-defined face.

Wenrou suddenly found it difficult to breathe - Shen Che from this angle perfectly matched the profile of Chu Mo reading under candlelight in her "dream".

Shen Che's gaze passed over Lin Xiaoyu and fell on her soft and moist eyelashes: "Who is this...?"

His voice was even deeper than on stage, with a barely perceptible tremor at the end.

Wenrou noticed that his right hand was unconsciously stroking the watch on his left hand - this was a small movement Chu Mo would make when he was nervous.

"My best friend is a huge fan of yours!" Lin Xiaoyu nudged Wenrou, "She even cried when she heard you sing just now."

The air conditioning in the dressing room was turned on very high, but Wenrou could feel a layer of cold sweat on her back.

Shen Che suddenly stood up, the fabric of his suit rubbing against each other making a slight sound. He was taller than he looked on stage, and the shadow he cast almost completely enveloped Wenrou.

"Would you like to take a photo together?" He took the tissue from his assistant, his movements somewhat stiff.

She took the tissue gently and tremblingly. The moment her fingertips touched, a familiar cedar scent penetrated her nose.

The smell was too specific—it wasn't the common perfume on the market, but a unique mixture of pine needles, sandalwood, and a hint of rust, exactly the same as the smell of Chu Mo in her "dream."

"Thank you...thank you." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Shen Che's brows furrowed slightly.

Wenrou saw his Adam's apple rolling, as if he had swallowed something. The assistant handed her a phone at the right time to take a photo. The moment the flash went off, she clearly saw a glimmer of golden light in Shen Che's pupils.

"Are you okay?" After taking the photo, Shen Che's voice suddenly softened. "Do you need to sit in the lounge for a while?"