Long Xiliang crouched by the bathtub, his movements in removing Lu Xiaoyou's makeup had become very proficient.
After he used the makeup remover to clean Lu Xiaoyou's face, she washed her face with facial cleanser by herself.
Then she directed Long Xiliang to fetch a facial mask for her from the shelf.
As Long Xiliang stood up, Lu Xiaoyou noticed the traces of mud at the hem of his trousers.
It was from when he had gone to save her during the day.
This man, who was high above others, like a deity, unblemished,
had stained himself for her.
He could have changed into clean clothes, but after accompanying her to the Huaying studio building, he had just sat in the audience to watch her performance, without any time to change.
Even when Lu Xiaoyou was not on stage, this man had stayed in his VIP seat, never leaving.
He had forgotten that he was someone who didn't belong in crowds.