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Mimi did not go home tonight; she stayed at He Shuning's house.
It wasn't the first time she had stayed over, but in the past, she would quietly accompany her in the living room during her worst moments. He Shuning would retreat to her room, not speaking or eating, while Mimi remained silent in the living room, preparing meals and keeping her company.
At the very least, it let her know that someone was there for her.
He Shuning would force herself to adjust, eventually opening her door one day and giving Mimi a faint smile. In those moments, Mimi knew they had finally endured the difficult times. Yet, seeing He Shuning's sorrowful expression, her pale face and colorless lips, and the corners of her mouth curving into a smile that was more painful than tears made Mimi feel as if she might cry out loud.
No matter how glamorous a star might be, they often faced unimaginable sadness.
Having been He Shuning's assistant for three years, the childhood dream of stardom had long since vanished. Sometimes, it even turned into a sense of disgust—disgust for the dirty, hidden evils and the hypocritical facades people wore.
It was pitiful that everyone wore masks of false smiles.
Tonight, she didn't cook; she had just returned from eating out and prepared only a few snacks, placing them on the coffee table. The television was on, showing a classic movie 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 movie playing. On the coffee table rested 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, smiled at Mimi, shook her head gently while looking at the juice in her hand. She picked up the wine glass and lightly clinked it against Mimi's cup. The crisp sound of their glasses meeting was particularly pleasant and seemed to amuse He Shuning. She laughed, raised her glass to her lips, and drank it all in one go.
"Hey, Sister Ning, don't drink so fast," Mimi reached out only to find the glass 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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