When Your Love Comes LateChapter 1
"Honey, you're so handsome!"
"Honey, I love you!"
"Honey, you sing so well."
In the audience, the fans around me were shouting crazily. I couldn't help but sigh.
"Alas, my husband is so popular. I'm happy and a little jealous."
The girl next to me gave me a thumbs-up.
"Sis, you really sound like Mrs. Mitchell."
I was overjoyed. 'Mrs. Mitchell, that's a nice title.'
On the stage, Zayn was dressed in a white suit and singing while playing the piano.
His voice was like a fine wine that had been brewing for many years, and it intoxicated everyone present.
His slender fingers had distinct bones, like exquisite porcelain, which were artistic.
"He's so handsome." I wiped the corner of my mouth, for fear that my saliva would flow down.
I went to every one of his concerts and was never tired of it.
In the end, I raised the camera in her hand and took a picture of this beautiful scene.
'He'd gain tens of thousands of fans once I posted the photos on Twitter.' I looked at the pair of delicate hands in the photo and said proudly.
After the concert, I edited the picture in a hurry.
Two hours later, I posted the photo on Twitter and soon received a lot of likes.