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The interview in the waiting room continued, but Ned's attention was still not very concentrated, and he always inadvertently paid attention to the movement outside the door of the room; so when the soft sound of opening and closing the door came in his ear, "Boo!" Reflexively, Ned turned his head and leaned over.
The reporter's professional instincts/capabilities have the upper hand after all.
Passing through the half-open door of the room, the dim light outlines two graceful and graceful figures. The elegant and restrained temperament is still indistinct even when standing in the old back corridor of the Almeida Theater. The earth was separated from the environment, and a vague and hazy image appeared.
A petite lady with an unfamiliar face, she seems to have never seen it before; but the handsome and handsome gentleman next to her has a sense of deja vu in her facial features--obviously it is not the familiar face of the general public, but a certain Passing by on a grand occasion, or a fate.
As a journalist living in London, Ned has long been accustomed to the upper-class aristocrats who appear in London's West End.
In fact, in contemporary British society, in addition to the royal family, other nobles have gradually integrated into their daily lives. They also need to go to work, they also need to start a business, and they also need to work; they will also go to the West End of London to watch plays, also Will appear in the streets and alleys, but also buy daily necessities in the supermarket.
Only on special occasions, such as Prince William's wedding, the nobles will dress up and show off the upper class demeanor.
In the past half a month, the Almeida Theater version of "Les Miserables" has always been the focus of discussion, and it is also a banquet that the upper class is vying to attend. Rumor has it that the reason why the tickets for the premiere night are only sold for 350 tickets is because the remaining tickets are all distributed in the form of invitations.
This afternoon, Ned saw countless strange or familiar faces in the VIP table, and truly felt the high popularity of "Les Miserables" among the upper-class society-although he did not understand the specific reasons, after all, the queen The theater version has been in the UK for nearly thirty years.
Could it be that the two figures at the door are both high-class people? At least, their temperament and posture are indeed so. But why did they come to visit Lanly? Emma Fielding is willing to personally introduce him. The identity of the visitor should not be small. Then there is a contradiction-people who are truly valuable are not willing to come backstage. Even if they want to meet with an actor, the actor goes to them. The box is right.
The explanation doesn't make sense.
It was just a glance, and the question mark in his mind had already started to boil, filling up instantly. This is the case with journalists’ occupational diseases.
Then, Ned noticed that a glance fell on his shoulders, raised his head, and accidentally crashed into Lan Li’s eyes: his voyeuristic movements were thus exposed, even though Ned had already experienced battles. , But at this time it is inevitable to be a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, trying to explain.
However, before the excuse for explanation had time to form, Ned saw Lan Li’s mouth outline a shallow arc, smiled kindly and kindly, without pursuing them, nor ridiculing, just nodded and signaled, and then stepped forward. Opened, returned to his position, as if nothing had happened.
Ned was stunned. With such an understatement, Lan Li seems to have no inside story to dig into. Then, his thoughts just now were just random thoughts?
Looking back again, trying to look at the two figures outside the door, but they have already left. Sitting in the same place, Ned couldn't describe his feelings for a while, and there was always a sense of emptiness and loss.
...
Watching Lan Li return to the back of the waiting room, Arthur stood in place, the taste of his tongue is indescribable.
Although he doesn't want to admit it, he still prefers the usual Lan Li, the guy who is full of prank ideas and can't easily offend him, the guy who stands on the stage and shines with the soul in his eyes, that The demons who triumphantly tickled all the popularity, but didn't care at all.
Even if he himself was one of the victims. Half a year has passed, and those rumors have long since disappeared; but as long as you think of the mischievous rumors around Christmas last year, Arthur can't help holding his forehead, and the rumors have become smoke.
But that kind of blue gift is alive; it's not the lifeless look of the nobleman's mask just now.
Arthur has always thought that Lanly lives in dire straits; the fact is that Lanly’s life is really not easy, and he cannot enjoy the comfort and leisure of the nobles, not to mention the high quality of life of the nobles, but Lanly But anyone Basser knew was happier and happier. The vitality in those eyes made Arthur a little embarrassed.
Taking a long breath, Arthur raised his head and looked at Elf in front of him.
There was no expression on that delicate face. No anger, no annoyance, no excitement, still the familiar appearance, graceful and calm, and not surprised; but, living together since childhood, Arthur can read Elf's mood swings, the smallest fluctuations are no exception .
Elf at this time is no longer calm and perfect. The slight irritability, unable to identify whether it was because of anger or excitement, or something else, actually floated.
But even this little restlessness was fleeting, and it seemed that after only a few breaths, Elf regained his calm, without any waves of calm, and at the same time, without any angry calm.
The irritability in Arthur's chest could no longer be suppressed, and he sighed heavily, "What about next?"
"Didn't we have arranged the next plan? Have dinner as planned, and then come back to watch the second half of the show." Elf didn't seem to notice Arthur's irritability at all, and he didn't seem to care at all.
During the intermission, the reason why I chose to come to meet Lan Li. It is nothing more than making a gesture to show others that the content of the conversation is not important. Even if a word is not said, the action of "visiting the class" is enough. It can be a warning from the Hall family to Lan Li, or it can be The Hall family’s actions to cover up ugliness, or the Hall family’s display of their noble etiquette.
Etiquette did it, this is the most important thing.
Arthur got stuck in his throat in one breath. Every time I talked with Elf, it was always like this. He lacked patience, and even the restraint seemed to disappear.
"Elf, you know what I mean? I mean, after that?" Arthur's voice is still calm. In public, don't let your emotions get out of control. This is something he can still do; but the words are still rushed. A little bit. "I don't want to mix it up. It's 2012. The prejudice against the actors and the stubbornness against the nobility, these can all end."
"Arthur, pay attention to your words." In Elf's simple sentence, there is an irrefutable majesty, "You are the one in the family who is least qualified to say this sentence."
Elf is a doctor, Edith is a photographer, and Lan Li is an actor. They don’t need to rely on the name "Hall" for any welfare; but Arthur is different. The aristocratic network is what he depends on. basis.
"I know." Arthur chuckled instead. "Don't worry, I won't say anything passionately. I will give up all the advantages of the family and create a world by myself. I am not as stupid as Lan Li." Stupid. This is the correct adjective, but sometimes, Arthur admires Lanly's stupidity, that stupid courage.
"I just said that I don’t want to mix things up between my father, mother and Lan Li. This is a contradiction between them. I have no opinion on Lan Li, and I have no opinion on my father and mother, so they can just continue. The confrontation continues, but don't pull me as a shield." Arthur stated his position, "To be honest, I don't like my father and mother, and I don't like Lanli, so they can leave me clean."
In this way, he can watch the show like Edith. People who eat melons are the happiest.
Elf remained unmoved, but simply said, "You can say'no' anytime. Including now." After that, Elf ignored Arthur, turned around, and took a step forward.
Arthur rolled his eyes and murmured some "as always nonsense", and then stepped forward in the same way, as if nothing happened just now, smiled again, and stood beside Elf, acting as a flower protector. messenger. Tonight is extremely long, with a dinner, a dinner, and a three-hour performance.
Deep down, Arthur knew, and Elf knew that Renly had won, in his own way.
After tonight, the name of "the youngest son of the Hall family" will disappear, replaced by "Lan Li-Hall", people can continue to discuss him, or despise or reject or disdain or praise or affirm or like; but no One can deny that he has already occupied a place, with his own strength and performance, undisputedly owning his own position.
Even George and Elizabeth understand this. There is no wave, no knife light, no smell of gunpowder, no time to see the confrontation, the confrontation is over, the world of nobility, always like this.
...
Pushing open the door of the waiting room~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li can feel the sight falling on his back, the faint temperature, calm, but meaningful, he straightened his waist slightly, and secretly cheered for himself Cheer up.
Today was not the best time. He had to devote himself to the performance. Outside the stage, the fighting power seemed not strong enough; but this time the meeting was unavoidable, so he tried his best, cheered up, and persevered.
George and Elizabeth were absent. Deep down, they were a little bit disappointed and a little bit disappointed; but in a sense, they were a little bit lucky. Depending on his current state, whether he can straighten up in front of George and Elizabeth, he is not sure, this is an unknown number.
However, they were absent. The expected result represented by Elf and Arthur made him breathe a sigh of relief; but faintly, the loss and regret lingered.
People, really are contradictory animals, aren't they?
Raising his head, Lan Li noticed Ned's gaze, and he showed a faint smile, expressing friendship.
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The interview in the waiting room continued, but Ned's attention was still not very concentrated, and he always inadvertently paid attention to the movement outside the door of the room; so when the soft sound of opening and closing the door came in his ear, "Boo!" Reflexively, Ned turned his head and leaned over.
The reporter's professional instincts/capabilities have the upper hand after all.
Passing through the half-open door of the room, the dim light outlines two graceful and graceful figures. The elegant and restrained temperament is still indistinct even when standing in the old back corridor of the Almeida Theater. The earth was separated from the environment, and a vague and hazy image appeared.
A petite lady with an unfamiliar face, she seems to have never seen it before; but the handsome and handsome gentleman next to her has a sense of deja vu in her facial features--obviously it is not the familiar face of the general public, but a certain Passing by on a grand occasion, or a fate.
As a journalist living in London, Ned has long been accustomed to the upper-class aristocrats who appear in London's West End.
In fact, in contemporary British society, in addition to the royal family, other nobles have gradually integrated into their daily lives. They also need to go to work, they also need to start a business, and they also need to work; they will also go to the West End of London to watch plays, also Will appear in the streets and alleys, but also buy daily necessities in the supermarket.
Only on special occasions, such as Prince William's wedding, the nobles will dress up and show off the upper class demeanor.
In the past half a month, the Almeida Theater version of "Les Miserables" has always been the focus of discussion, and it is also a banquet that the upper class is vying to attend. Rumor has it that the reason why the tickets for the premiere night are only sold for 350 tickets is because the remaining tickets are all distributed in the form of invitations.
This afternoon, Ned saw countless strange or familiar faces in the VIP table, and truly felt the high popularity of "Les Miserables" among the upper-class society-although he did not understand the specific reasons, after all, the queen The theater version has been in the UK for nearly thirty years.
Could it be that the two figures at the door are both high-class people? At least, their temperament and posture are indeed so. But why did they come to visit Lanly? Emma Fielding is willing to personally introduce him. The identity of the visitor should not be small. Then there is a contradiction-people who are truly valuable are not willing to come backstage. Even if they want to meet with an actor, the actor goes to them. The box is right.
The explanation doesn't make sense.
It was just a glance, and the question mark in his mind had already started to boil, filling up instantly. This is the case with journalists’ occupational diseases.
Then, Ned noticed that a glance fell on his shoulders, raised his head, and accidentally crashed into Lan Li’s eyes: his voyeuristic movements were thus exposed, even though Ned had already experienced battles. , But at this time it is inevitable to be a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, trying to explain.
However, before the excuse for explanation had time to form, Ned saw Lan Li’s mouth outline a shallow arc, smiled kindly and kindly, without pursuing them, nor ridiculing, just nodded and signaled, and then stepped forward. Opened, returned to his position, as if nothing had happened.
Ned was stunned. With such an understatement, Lan Li seems to have no inside story to dig into. Then, his thoughts just now were just random thoughts?
Looking back again, trying to look at the two figures outside the door, but they have already left. Sitting in the same place, Ned couldn't describe his feelings for a while, and there was always a sense of emptiness and loss.
...
Watching Lan Li return to the back of the waiting room, Arthur stood in place, the taste of his tongue is indescribable.
Although he doesn't want to admit it, he still prefers the usual Lan Li, the guy who is full of prank ideas and can't easily offend him, the guy who stands on the stage and shines with the soul in his eyes, that The demons who triumphantly tickled all the popularity, but didn't care at all.
Even if he himself was one of the victims. Half a year has passed, and those rumors have long since disappeared; but as long as you think of the mischievous rumors around Christmas last year, Arthur can't help holding his forehead, and the rumors have become smoke.
But that kind of blue gift is alive; it's not the lifeless look of the nobleman's mask just now.
Arthur has always thought that Lanly lives in dire straits; the fact is that Lanly’s life is really not easy, and he cannot enjoy the comfort and leisure of the nobles, not to mention the high quality of life of the nobles, but Lanly But anyone Basser knew was happier and happier. The vitality in those eyes made Arthur a little embarrassed.
Taking a long breath, Arthur raised his head and looked at Elf in front of him.
There was no expression on that delicate face. No anger, no annoyance, no excitement, still the familiar appearance, graceful and calm, and not surprised; but, living together since childhood, Arthur can read Elf's mood swings, the smallest fluctuations are no exception .
Elf at this time is no longer calm and perfect. The slight irritability, unable to identify whether it was because of anger or excitement, or something else, actually floated.
But even this little restlessness was fleeting, and it seemed that after only a few breaths, Elf regained his calm, without any waves of calm, and at the same time, without any angry calm.
The irritability in Arthur's chest could no longer be suppressed, and he sighed heavily, "What about next?"
"Didn't we have arranged the next plan? Have dinner as planned, and then come back to watch the second half of the show." Elf didn't seem to notice Arthur's irritability at all, and he didn't seem to care at all.
During the intermission, the reason why I chose to come to meet Lan Li. It is nothing more than making a gesture to show others that the content of the conversation is not important. Even if a word is not said, the action of "visiting the class" is enough. It can be a warning from the Hall family to Lan Li, or it can be The Hall family’s actions to cover up ugliness, or the Hall family’s display of their noble etiquette.
Etiquette did it, this is the most important thing.
Arthur got stuck in his throat in one breath. Every time I talked with Elf, it was always like this. He lacked patience, and even the restraint seemed to disappear.
"Elf, you know what I mean? I mean, after that?" Arthur's voice is still calm. In public, don't let your emotions get out of control. This is something he can still do; but the words are still rushed. A little bit. "I don't want to mix it up. It's 2012. The prejudice against the actors and the stubbornness against the nobility, these can all end."
"Arthur, pay attention to your words." In Elf's simple sentence, there is an irrefutable majesty, "You are the one in the family who is least qualified to say this sentence."
Elf is a doctor, Edith is a photographer, and Lan Li is an actor. They don’t need to rely on the name "Hall" for any welfare; but Arthur is different. The aristocratic network is what he depends on. basis.
"I know." Arthur chuckled instead. "Don't worry, I won't say anything passionately. I will give up all the advantages of the family and create a world by myself. I am not as stupid as Lan Li." Stupid. This is the correct adjective, but sometimes, Arthur admires Lanly's stupidity, that stupid courage.
"I just said that I don’t want to mix things up between my father, mother and Lan Li. This is a contradiction between them. I have no opinion on Lan Li, and I have no opinion on my father and mother, so they can just continue. The confrontation continues, but don't pull me as a shield." Arthur stated his position, "To be honest, I don't like my father and mother, and I don't like Lanli, so they can leave me clean."
In this way, he can watch the show like Edith. People who eat melons are the happiest.
Elf remained unmoved, but simply said, "You can say'no' anytime. Including now." After that, Elf ignored Arthur, turned around, and took a step forward.
Arthur rolled his eyes and murmured some "as always nonsense", and then stepped forward in the same way, as if nothing happened just now, smiled again, and stood beside Elf, acting as a flower protector. messenger. Tonight is extremely long, with a dinner, a dinner, and a three-hour performance.
Deep down, Arthur knew, and Elf knew that Renly had won, in his own way.
After tonight, the name of "the youngest son of the Hall family" will disappear, replaced by "Lan Li-Hall", people can continue to discuss him, or despise or reject or disdain or praise or affirm or like; but no One can deny that he has already occupied a place, with his own strength and performance, undisputedly owning his own position.
Even George and Elizabeth understand this. There is no wave, no knife light, no smell of gunpowder, no time to see the confrontation, the confrontation is over, the world of nobility, always like this.
...
Pushing open the door of the waiting room~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li can feel the sight falling on his back, the faint temperature, calm, but meaningful, he straightened his waist slightly, and secretly cheered for himself Cheer up.
Today was not the best time. He had to devote himself to the performance. Outside the stage, the fighting power seemed not strong enough; but this time the meeting was unavoidable, so he tried his best, cheered up, and persevered.
George and Elizabeth were absent. Deep down, they were a little bit disappointed and a little bit disappointed; but in a sense, they were a little bit lucky. Depending on his current state, whether he can straighten up in front of George and Elizabeth, he is not sure, this is an unknown number.
However, they were absent. The expected result represented by Elf and Arthur made him breathe a sigh of relief; but faintly, the loss and regret lingered.
People, really are contradictory animals, aren't they?
Raising his head, Lan Li noticed Ned's gaze, and he showed a faint smile, expressing friendship.
The interview in the waiting room continued, but Ned's attention was still not very concentrated, and he always inadvertently paid attention to the movement outside the door of the room; so when the soft sound of opening and closing the door came in his ear, "Boo!" Reflexively, Ned turned his head and leaned over.The reporter's professional instincts/capabilities have the upper hand after all.Passing through the half-open door of the room, the dim light outlines two graceful and graceful figures. The elegant and restrained temperament is still indistinct even when standing in the old back corridor of the Almeida Theater. The earth was separated from the environment, and a vague and hazy image appeared.A petite lady with an unfamiliar face, she seems to have never seen it before; but the handsome and handsome gentleman next to her has a sense of deja vu in her facial features--obviously it is not the familiar face of the general public, but a certain Passing by on a grand occasion, or a fate.As a journalist living in London, Ned has long been accustomed to the upper-class aristocrats who appear in London's West End.In fact, in contemporary British society, in addition to the royal family, other nobles have gradually integrated into their daily lives. They also need to go to work, they also need to start a business, and they also need to work; they will also go to the West End of London to watch plays, also Will appear in the streets and alleys, but also buy daily necessities in the supermarket.Only on special occasions, such as Prince William's wedding, the nobles will dress up and show off the upper class demeanor.In the past half a month, the Almeida Theater version of "Les Miserables" has always been the focus of discussion, and it is also a banquet that the upper class is vying to attend. Rumor has it that the reason why the tickets for the premiere night are only sold for 350 tickets is because the remaining tickets are all distributed in the form of invitations.This afternoon, Ned saw countless strange or familiar faces in the VIP table, and truly felt the high popularity of "Les Miserables" among the upper-class society-although he did not understand the specific reasons, after all, the queen The theater version has been in the UK for nearly thirty years.Could it be that the two figures at the door are both high-class people? At least, their temperament and posture are indeed so. But why did they come to visit Lanly? Emma Fielding is willing to personally introduce him. The identity of the visitor should not be small. Then there is a contradiction-people who are truly valuable are not willing to come backstage. Even if they want to meet with an actor, the actor goes to them. The box is right.The explanation doesn't make sense.It was just a glance, and the question mark in his mind had already started to boil, filling up instantly. This is the case with journalists' occupational diseases.Then, Ned noticed that a glance fell on his shoulders, raised his head, and accidentally crashed into Lan Li's eyes: his voyeuristic movements were thus exposed, even though Ned had already experienced battles. , But at this time it is inevitable to be a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, trying to explain.However, before the excuse for explanation had time to form, Ned saw Lan Li's mouth outline a shallow arc, smiled kindly and kindly, without pursuing them, nor ridiculing, just nodded and signaled, and then stepped forward. Opened, returned to his position, as if nothing had happened.Ned was stunned. With such an understatement, Lan Li seems to have no inside story to dig into. Then, his thoughts just now were just random thoughts?Looking back again, trying to look at the two figures outside the door, but they have already left. Sitting in the same place, Ned couldn't describe his feelings for a while, and there was always a sense of emptiness and loss....Watching Lan Li return to the back of the waiting room, Arthur stood in place, the taste of his tongue is indescribable.Although he doesn't want to admit it, he still prefers the usual Lan Li, the guy who is full of prank ideas and can't easily offend him, the guy who stands on the stage and shines with the soul in his eyes, that The demons who triumphantly tickled all the popularity, but didn't care at all.Even if he himself was one of the victims. Half a year has passed, and those rumors have long since disappeared; but as long as you think of the mischievous rumors around Christmas last year, Arthur can't help holding his forehead, and the rumors have become smoke.But that kind of blue gift is alive; it's not the lifeless look of the nobleman's mask just now.Arthur has always thought that Lanly lives in dire straits; the fact is that Lanly's life is really not easy, and he cannot enjoy the comfort and leisure of the nobles, not to mention the high quality of life of the nobles, but Lanly But anyone Basser knew was happier and happier. The vitality in those eyes made Arthur a little embarrassed.Taking a long breath, Arthur raised his head and looked at Elf in front of him.There was no expression on that delicate face. No anger, no annoyance, no excitement, still the familiar appearance, graceful and calm, and not surprised; but, living together since childhood, Arthur can read Elf's mood swings, the smallest fluctuations are no exception .Elf at this time is no longer calm and perfect. The slight irritability, unable to identify whether it was because of anger or excitement, or something else, actually floated.But even this little restlessness was fleeting, and it seemed that after only a few breaths, Elf regained his calm, without any waves of calm, and at the same time, without any angry calm.The irritability in Arthur's chest could no longer be suppressed, and he sighed heavily, "What about next?""Didn't we have arranged the next plan? Have dinner as planned, and then come back to watch the second half of the show." Elf didn't seem to notice Arthur's irritability at all, and he didn't seem to care at all.During the intermission, the reason why I chose to come to meet Lan Li. It is nothing more than making a gesture to show others that the content of the conversation is not important. Even if a word is not said, the action of "visiting the class" is enough. It can be a warning from the Hall family to Lan Li, or it can be The Hall family's actions to cover up ugliness, or the Hall family's display of their noble etiquette.Etiquette did it, this is the most important thing.Arthur got stuck in his throat in one breath. Every time I talked with Elf, it was always like this. He lacked patience, and even the restraint seemed to disappear."Elf, you know what I mean? I mean, after that?" Arthur's voice is still calm. In public, don't let your emotions get out of control. This is something he can still do; but the words are still rushed. A little bit. "I don't want to mix it up. It's 2012. The prejudice against the actors and the stubbornness against the nobility, these can all end.""Arthur, pay attention to your words." In Elf's simple sentence, there is an irrefutable majesty, "You are the one in the family who is least qualified to say this sentence."Elf is a doctor, Edith is a photographer, and Lan Li is an actor. They don't need to rely on the name "Hall" for any welfare; but Arthur is different. The aristocratic network is what he depends on. basis."I know." Arthur chuckled instead. "Don't worry, I won't say anything passionately. I will give up all the advantages of the family and create a world by myself. I am not as stupid as Lan Li." Stupid. This is the correct adjective, but sometimes, Arthur admires Lanly's stupidity, that stupid courage."I just said that I don't want to mix things up between my father, mother and Lan Li. This is a contradiction between them. I have no opinion on Lan Li, and I have no opinion on my father and mother, so they can just continue. The confrontation continues, but don't pull me as a shield." Arthur stated his position, "To be honest, I don't like my father and mother, and I don't like Lanli, so they can leave me clean."In this way, he can watch the show like Edith. People who eat melons are the happiest.Elf remained unmoved, but simply said, "You can say'no' anytime. Including now." After that, Elf ignored Arthur, turned around, and took a step forward.Arthur rolled his eyes and murmured some "as always nonsense", and then stepped forward in the same way, as if nothing happened just now, smiled again, and stood beside Elf, acting as a flower protector. messenger. Tonight is extremely long, with a dinner, a dinner, and a three-hour performance.Deep down, Arthur knew, and Elf knew that Renly had won, in his own way.After tonight, the name of "the youngest son of the Hall family" will disappear, replaced by "Lan Li-Hall", people can continue to discuss him, or despise or reject or disdain or praise or affirm or like; but no One can deny that he has already occupied a place, with his own strength and performance, undisputedly owning his own position.Even George and Elizabeth understand this. There is no wave, no knife light, no smell of gunpowder, no time to see the confrontation, the confrontation is over, the world of nobility, always like this....Pushing open the door of the waiting room~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li can feel the sight falling on his back, the faint temperature, calm, but meaningful, he straightened his waist slightly, and secretly cheered for himself Cheer up.Today was not the best time. He had to devote himself to the performance. Outside the stage, the fighting power seemed not strong enough; but this time the meeting was unavoidable, so he tried his best, cheered up, and persevered.George and Elizabeth were absent. Deep down, they were a little bit disappointed and a little bit disappointed; but in a sense, they were a little bit lucky. Depending on his current state, whether he can straighten up in front of George and Elizabeth, he is not sure, this is an unknown number.However, they were absent. The expected result represented by Elf and Arthur made him breathe a sigh of relief; but faintly, the loss and regret lingered.People, really are contradictory animals, aren't they?Raising his head, Lan Li noticed Ned's gaze, and he showed a faint smile, expressing friendship.
