Shin Wangjin realized this when she leaned against his shoulder.

He slowly turned his head to look at her. She closed her eyes at some point. Her slender eyelashes trembled gently with her breathing, and she was clearly in a state of sleep.

But he still couldn't believe it, staring at her quietly for a long time.

Over the past long period of time, she had been asleep peacefully and unaffected by the surrounding environment. No matter how the music and singing repertoire changed, her eyes never opened.

Until the end of the show.

When the audience was applauding thunderously, Zhuang Yibo suddenly stood up from his shoulder and opened his eyes as if frightened.

She couldn't recover and touched her face, then turned to meet Shen Wangjin's gaze.

Realizing that she had lost her composure, she shrugged her shoulders and slowly lowered her eyes.

"This is a play you chose yourself," said Shin Wangjin. "I thought it was your favorite."

"I haven't seen this before," said Zhuang Yibo. "When I saw it, I thought about coming and seeing it."

"So many disappointments, so I fell asleep?" asked Shin Wangjin.

"No disappointment," said Zhuang Yibo, "it just doesn't feel the same as before."

Shin Wangjin continued to ask, "Where is different?"

"It's not the problem of opera, it's my problem. I used to listen attentively when I watched opera, but today, I'm very relaxed." Zhuang Yibo said, "I just didn't expect that I would fall asleep if I was too relaxed..."

Speaking of this, she reached out to touch her face, then chuckled, and said, "But she slept quite soundly, it seemed worth it."

After hearing this, Shen Wangjin didn't say anything for a while.

Zhuang Yibo paused, turned his head and looked around, and couldn't help but whisper: "I won't be sleeping and snoring, will it affect your viewing?"

When Shin Wangjin heard this, he only smiled faintly, then reached out to hold her, got up and left the theater.

On the way back, he didn't say much. He occasionally spoke on the phone because of work, occasionally replied to emails on his phone, and occasionally looked out the window.

Zhuang Yibo did not bother him, and used his mobile phone to search for information about the opera she missed.

After returning to the apartment, Shen Wangjin went back to the study to deal with his affairs, while Zhuang Yibo sat on the sofa downstairs and continued to read the information he had not finished.

Shen Ruiwen walked down from the study and saw Zhuang Yibo sitting on the sofa. He couldn't help but ask: "Is there something happened?"

Zhuang Yibo looked up from his phone and looked at him, "Mr. Shen, are you talking to me?"

Shen Ruiwen looked at her and said, "Mr. Shen doesn't seem to be in a good mood. I think what happened between you."

"No." Zhuang Yibo replied, "We watched the opera together, but... I accidentally fell asleep halfway through..."

When Shen Ruiwen heard this, he seemed to have heard something incredible, and looked at her and repeated: "Are you asleep?"

Zhuang Yibo lowered his eyes a little embarrassedly, "It's really rude, right?"

Only then did Shen Ruiwen realize that he was speechless and hurriedly said, "No, no, no, I don't mean that. Maybe Miss Zhuang has been too tired these days, maybe she should have a good rest and relax."

After hearing this, Zhuang Yibo just smiled faintly and said, "Maybe."

But in fact, what is she tired? Every day is nothing more than eating and strolling. The blessings that others cannot envy are also a kind of enjoyment for her. Where can she be so tired that she fall asleep during an opera performance?

Zhuang Yibo didn't understand it herself, and she was too lazy to think about anything. After reading the information in her hand, she was about to go upstairs to take a shower. When she walked to the stairs, she saw the piano by the window, but suddenly changed her mind.

She walked to the piano and sat down, opened the cover, closed her eyes, took a deep breath before she placed her hands on the keys.

Soon, a familiar song flowed out from her fingertips.

In the study upstairs, Shen Wangjin was frowning and looking at the documents in his hand. Suddenly he heard the sound of a piano, and his eyes paused slightly, then slowly raised his head and listened intently.

The song is very familiar, not a classic piano piece, but he listened to very few other songs—

Shin Wangjin recalled it intently, and soon remembered the singing I heard on the street this afternoon.

Yes, what Zhuang Yibo played was the song sung by the men and women who were performing arts this afternoon.

Shin Wangjin leaned on the back of the chair and sounded intently.

I have to say that with her piano attainments, playing such popular repertoire seems to give the whole song a new life.

At least when it comes to your ears, it is a pleasant enjoyment.

Shen Wangjin slowly closed his eyes.

After one song, Zhuang Yibo played another song.

He was not familiar with this song at all, but he could hear it was still pop music, but it was still different.

Maybe it's because of the piano, or maybe it's because of her.

When Zhuang Yibo finished playing several songs in a row and got up to go upstairs, he found that Shen Wangjin had already gone downstairs at some point, so he leaned against the stairs and looked at her quietly.

Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but pause slightly before stepping forward and said, "Have I disturbed you?"

But he just slowly held her hand and put it on his lips and kissed her.

Zhuang Yibo was stunned at first, and then smiled slightly after a moment.

Although he still didn't say much, at least he seemed to be in a good mood.
Chapter completed!