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Mimi did not go home tonight; she stayed at He Shuning's place.
It wasn’t the first time she had stayed over, but in the past, she would quietly accompany He Shuning in the living room during her particularly low moments. He Shuning would retreat to her room, not speaking or eating, while Mimi remained silently in the living room, saying nothing but always preparing meals and keeping her company.
At the very least, it let He Shuning know that someone was there with her.
He Shuning would force herself to adjust, eventually opening her door one day and offering Mimi a faint smile. In those moments, Mimi knew they had finally made it through that difficult period. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken as she watched He Shuning's sadness—the pallor of her face, the color drained from her lips, and the way her smile twisted into something more painful than tears. Every time this happened, Mimi felt like crying.
What did it matter how glamorous a star was when they were in such despair?
Having been He Shuning's assistant for three years, Mimi's childhood dream of stardom had long since faded away. Sometimes it even turned into a sense of disgust—disgust for the filthiness of the unseen evils and hypocritical facades that surrounded them.
It was pitiful how everyone wore masks of false smiles.
Tonight, she hadn’t cooked; she had just returned from eating out and prepared only a few snacks, placing them on the coffee table. The television was on, playing a classic movie that she remembered was called "La La Land," a beautiful love story.
He Shuning sat on the carpet with her back against the sofa, tilting her head slightly as she gazed dreamily at the film. On the coffee table stood a wine glass filled with a seductive red liquid that cast a crimson hue across the surface under the light.
Mimi didn’t drink alcohol; instead, she brought over a glass of juice and sat down beside He Shuning, pushing the snacks toward her.
He Shuning snapped back to reality slightly and smiled at Mimi before shaking her head. She glanced at the juice in Mimi's hand and then picked up her wine glass to gently clink it against Mimi's. The crisp sound of their glasses meeting was particularly pleasant and seemed to amuse He Shuning as she laughed softly, lifted her glass, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one go.
"Hey, Sister Ning, don’t drink so fast," Mimi reached out only to see that the glass was already empty.
He Shuning turned her glass upside down and raised an eyebrow at Mimi, letting out a soft laugh that was bright and carefree. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at Mimi with wide, sparkling eyes, her expression filled with an indescribable intoxication.
With a voice rich and husky from the wine, she said, "Mimi, I want to share a secret with you, a secret that no one else knows."
Mimi watched her, sensing that Sister Ning was already a bit tipsy.
She remained silent, listening intently.
"The person I met that day was him, yes, it was him," she said, tapping her finger on the wine glass while staring at the halo of light around it.
Mimi froze, recalling the encounter He Shuning had mentioned that night.
Could it be such a coincidence? She looked at He Shuning and suddenly understood everything.
He Shuning wasn't waiting for her response; she continued speaking to herself.
"Do you know how surprised I was when I saw him and realized it was him? I thought that meeting would just be a fleeting moment, that no one would recognize anyone else, that there wouldn't be another chance."
"But look, fate arranged for us to meet again and get to know each other."
"Tell me, isn't this a kind of sign? A hint from the universe?"
Mimi didn't know what kind of hint she was referring to, but she understood that meeting Lo Ye had changed everything in an inexplicable way.
"Sister Ning," she began.
Before she could finish, He Shuning spoke up, her words leaving Mimi stunned. For a moment, her mind almost stopped functioning.
"Mimi, I think I like him."
"Mimi, it seems all my feelings are for him."
She looked at Mimi with a serious expression, her eyes bright, as if she were confirming something with her and also with herself.
Later on, she would be certain that she did like him. That feeling, that inexplicable sensation, was indeed love.
She must be crazy to have feelings for someone she barely knew, someone with whom she had little interaction or connection.
Mimi didn't know what to say at first, but she could clearly sense a slight happiness in herself, or perhaps a moment of comfort.
As her assistant, this situation should have been reported to the manager and the company immediately. After all, it was about her artist's latest development—especially when it came to love, which was as unpredictable as gambling. The company would likely want to cover up or halt it to maintain the artist's image and protect the fans' feelings.
But she absolutely did not want to do that. She cherished this vibrant version of He Shuning too much.
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