Unsaid emotions bloomed between Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan at school, but they were driven apart by animosity rooted in their hearts because of Jiang Zhuocheng.
Ten years later, they find themselves face-to-face once again, the tension between them pal...
Feeling like slipping off the mountain, Cheng crashes into everything on his way down and falls flat against the wall. He wonders aloud, "How?" as he considers all possible reasons for the manager's sudden decision to take Yibo into their band, but nothing seems helpful. "Whatever! I won't stand by and watch the lunatic dance around. I'll crush him before the tour ends, sending a clear message to those who dare defy me."
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He walks to his car and peels out of the parking garage, merging onto the highway, keeping Yibo's stupid face front and center in his mind to distract himself from other thoughts. That works for about twenty miles, and then it slowly sinks in that he hasn't passed any familiar exits that should be on the way to the hotel.
"Oh shit!" He shakes his head as he searches for the GPS, only to find that it's not there. With his phone battery below 20%, he remembers that he left his bag in the rehearsal room. Luckily, he knows his little brother will take care of it.
He takes the next exit off the highway, pulls over to the side of the two-lane road, leans his forehead against the steering wheel, and tries to pull himself together. His text alert chimes. He fumbles his phone out of his pocket, thrown off first by how late it is. "How is it night already?"
He looks out the window, feeling his head start to hurt, and then back at the phone, reading the text. There are about 15 or so; all are from his little brother and bandmates, and 1 or 2 are from his manager.
"What does he want?" He groans and tries to read, but the letters appear blurry. He blinks a few times before managing to make the words come together, and when he does, he regrets bothering. "He can go to hell with that lunatic!"
He tosses the phone onto the passenger seat and leans his head back, rubbing his hands over his face. Not in his right mind, he doesn't know what to do until his phone rings like a power drill going straight through his temple. "H-Hello."
"Seriously, Cheng, where are you? We've been waiting and searching for you for hours now." Peixin's voice is filled with concern and frustration on the other end.
"Can't you leave me alone for some time?" Cheng snaps back, his tone laced with irritation.
"You're slurring. You drunk?" Peixin cuts in; his voice is sharp.
"No. What's wrong with you?" Cheng retorts, his words slightly slurred.
"Could ask you the same thing. Where are you?" Peixin demands, his worry palpable through the phone.
Cheng takes a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. "I... I don't know. Took some exit off 63 North and pulled over. The car doesn't have GPS, and my phone drains the battery too much and is close to dead..."
"Why the hell are you in the North? That's the opposite direction..." Peixin's words trail off as the call disconnects before turning off entirely.
