Due to the smooth progress of things, Ying Zenan returned to Hu City that day.
As for Ying Jing, she stayed in the Imperial City with Weiyi.
The two planned to go out for a walk in the evening.
The taxi passed by the front of the Dynasty Entertainment building, and Ying Jing leaned by the window, her gaze lingering on the building.
The two got off nearby. Weiyi went to a nearby shop to buy milk tea, while Ying Jing waited under a tree.
Accompanied by a 'click' sound.
She frowned and looked at the person.
The young man immediately ran over, holding up his camera.
"Sorry, you looked so beautiful just now, I couldn't resist taking a photo. If you don't like it, I can delete it right away." Abu felt a bit unlucky; earlier he had been harshly reprimanded for photographing Ying Zenan, and now he was caught taking a photo of a pretty girl.
Ying Jing looked at the photo of herself, realizing how she looked in the eyes of others when she gazed at Dynasty Entertainment.
"Thank you. I really like this photo. Could you send me a copy?"
"Of course. Would you mind if I keep this photo? I'm Abu from 'Xiao Xian' News. Don't worry, I'm a serious paparazzo. I've photographed so many celebrities, and you're the first person who mere presence felt like completing a film."
"Really? Thank you."
"You're not a celebrity, are you? I've never seen you in the industry."
Ying Jing shook her head.
"I'm not."
"You're so good-looking; haven't any entertainment companies approached you?" That can't be true! With a face like that, she would definitely be a hit in the entertainment industry; a bit of acting skill and she'd be a superstar.
Ying Jing thought for a moment; yes, quite a few have approached her.
At school, out playing, she had been hit on.
In her previous life, she entered the entertainment industry early and climbed to the top over ten years before... dying and coming back.
Looking back, those were things she left behind.
"Why don't we add each other? I can send you the photo—if you ever enter the industry, you can contact me. I have your back in Imperial City." The inexperienced paparazzo boasted, but most wouldn't take his words to heart.
Ying Jing was different; as soon as he mentioned 'Abu,' she knew who he was.
This young man would soon rise to fame, capturing top-tier celebrity romances, scandals, and incidents, solidifying his position as Hua Country's number one paparazzo, whom all artists dreaded.
In her previous life, Ying Jing had suffered at his hands several times, though they were minor matters. Outside of opposing the male and female lead, she was always a law-abiding citizen.
After Lu Zishu's rise, Abu joined his company, guarding the female lead in the entertainment circle, ensuring no exposé about her could leak out.
Indeed, Lu Zishu's true darling was a small star who he later elevated to great fame.
Despite life being messed up by these two, Ying Jing always maintained superiority over the female lead in her career.
In this life, the story has changed; Ying Jing met Abu early when he was still unknown.
She hasn't decided whether to follow the same path again.
In a place where she can touch the moon and become his light.
Weiyi returned with two large cups of cold milk tea, and Abu had already left.
Accepting the milk tea from her friend, Ying Jing took a hefty sip of the pearls inside.
"Where should we go next?"
Three minutes later.
The two young misses who hadn't decided where to go were trapped in a roadside dessert shop.
A sudden rainstorm swept across the entire Imperial City.
The sky, claimed by dark clouds, slowly lost its brightness.
Once the wind and rain subsided, the fresh post-rain air was invigorating.
Upon leaving, the shopkeeper gave them a note and a pen.
"You can jot down anything you want to say on this. You can take it with you or leave it here; we'll keep it safe and welcome you to retrieve it anytime."
Ying Jing looked at the pen and paper, momentarily unsure of where to start.
Weiyi, however, found it quite appealing.
"Doesn't this bring back memories of buying milk tea after school at the nearby tea shop and sticking notes on the wall, reading the dreams of others?"
It was so nostalgic!
Moved by her words, Ying Jing felt inspired.
She picked up the pen and gracefully wrote a lot on the paper.
Weiyi attempted to sneak a look at what she wrote.
"What! Such sentiment, writing a poem?"
It seemed meaningless; that's because she hadn't seen it clearly.
Weiyi went to stick the note at the shopkeeper's.
Ying Jing lifted the ink-filled paper, still drying, towards the glass. Raindrops clung outside, reluctant to fall.
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The sudden rain trapped me here.
Trapped in a world so close to you.
I only need to lift my eyes and look.
You might be in a window in that building watching this rain fall outside.
I miss you.
Thinking of our encounter.
It's the warmth after rain clears.
So regretful, you didn't show.
Otherwise, you'd surely see.
I'm thinking of you.
You must have felt the wind blowing this way.
Trod upon this stone path.
I'm the one across.
I'm grateful you didn't appear.
Or I'd be more disheveled than this storm.
...
Ying Jing took the poem with her.
In the vibrant city, walking along bustling avenues.
Her friend noticed her good mood.
"What made you so happy?"
"I pondered." Ying Jing walked beside Weiyi, an occasional beam cast upon them. "Just now, I made an important decision that might change my life. If you ask if I'd regret it, I'd firmly tell you, absolutely not."
The past paths were lonely; now, she couldn't bear to let him go alone.
She wanted to stand in the place where stars were most romantic.
To be his sole moon.
Her friend listened, half understanding.
"Though I don't know what you're talking about, sisters should be spoiling each other limitlessly. No matter what you decide, I'll support you unconditionally."
Youths shared a smile, bumping milk teas on the street.
Then the two went for skewers; when returning to the hotel, it was almost ten.
Ying Jing opened her phone, which had been on silent, finding several messages.
From her brother, others, and Wen Fucheng...
She directly bypassed Ying Zenan and opened the chat with Wen Fucheng.
[Wen Fucheng: There's a special roast duck restaurant in the Imperial City. Want to try it together?]
Yes, definitely, she wanted to.
Ying Jing eagerly dialed, stating her intention. Silence on the other end made her heart sink; was he backing out?
Wen Fucheng wasn't backing out, just...
"The message was sent five hours ago."
Ying Jing looked at the time, instantly feeling wronged.
"Oh, that's too bad."
Unable to bear her tone of disappointment, like a wronged kitty.
"It is too bad, so I bought it back directly."
Ying Jing was taken aback...
The call hadn't ended, and she heard him say.
"Come upstairs; I'm on the 33rd floor. Or wait... I'll come down to get you."