Ling Momo walked out of the press conference venue and hurriedly looked for Li Qingshen, just in time to see him standing at the elevator entrance, so she dashed over to his side.
Li Qingshen, allergic to alcohol, had been hospitalized and was not yet well, but he had left the hospital on his own to come to Ling Momo’s press conference. Having lasted for over an hour, he was now completely exhausted. The fever that had not subsided was slowly creeping up again.
Li Qingshen heard footsteps approaching from afar and slightly turned his head. His handsome, aloof face, originally filled with tiredness, warmed slightly upon seeing the girl running toward him.
The corridor of ES was very long. Momo was afraid she wouldn’t catch the elevator and ran so hastily that when she stood in front of Li Qingshen, she was slightly out of breath and her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
Ling Momo finally caught her breath and then spread a sweet smile at Li Qingshen, her voice soft as she called out, "Teacher, are you leaving?"
Li Qingshen nodded faintly, without a word.
Momo was used to Li Qingshen’s aloofness. She thought this was already an improvement; the words Li Qingshen had spoken on the day after they finished shooting the You Corporation advertisement had been even more hurtful.
That day, it was impossible for her not to feel angry or wronged, but at today’s press conference, Li Qingshen had personally attended and even stood up for her. Even if she harbored a huge dislike for Li Qingshen deep down, she naturally had no reason to be angry now.
And Li Qingshen truly did help her; it was right for her to step forward and say thank you!
Even though she didn’t want to say thank you!
Ling Momo pouted slightly, her clear eyes shimmering with an adorable reluctance, but her tone was extremely soft, "Teacher, thank you for today!"
Li Qingshen gazed intently at Ling Momo, not knowing if it was because of the fever, but he felt his breathing was unusually labored.
Li Qingshen forced himself to look away, dragging his gaze off her, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he felt dizzy, his brain foggy, as if he were about to pass out. Subconsciously, he pursed his lips tightly, silently nodding his head.
To Ling Momo, Li Qingshen’s demeanor appeared as indifference and emotional distance. She felt that she and Li Qingshen merely had a normal teacher-student relationship—he aimed for perfection, she longed for fame, and there should be nothing more. Instantly, Momo’s attitude cooled slightly, her tone still obedient but now with a clear distance, "Teacher, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go take care of some other matters!"
After speaking, Ling Momo gave Li Qingshen a slight bow. Li Qingshen didn’t turn his head, just feeling that her tone was exceptionally harsh, far from the endearing and casual manner of before, and his heart suddenly felt a sense of loss.
A subtle pain spread in his heart, and his body, which he had been propping up, could not help but sway gently.
Li Qingshen’s lips turned somewhat pale, and he heard the clear sound of high heels gradually fading away. He turned his head, watching the girl’s slender and soft figure from behind and slightly curled his lips into a bitter smile. His normally deep, dark eyes now seemed thinner, filled with a dense melancholy.