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She really couldn't sleep, tossing and turning because of a man she had only met twice. It was a feeling that was hard to describe.
It caught her off guard.
Back in the studio, Lo Ye was bombarded with questions from Tongtong, who was curious about everything. He answered her one question after another with a sense of helplessness. Even Lu Yuen joined in, quietly asking what the difference was between the big star and how they appeared on screen.
Lo Ye couldn't be bothered to respond to him. With just a glance, Lu Yuen understood, "Oh right, Brother Luo doesn't really watch TV much."
Lo Ye then playfully slapped the back of his head and shifted the topic seriously, saying, "This is my first time collaborating on a song with an actress. I hope everyone can approach it with a calm mindset."
Everyone's eyes darted toward those who were being alluded to.
Tongtong, curled up in a corner of the sofa, was laughing so hard her eyes were nearly closed.
With a playful grin, she covered her face and said, "I'll try my best, I'll try my best."
Lu Yuen then shifted his tone, looking at Lo Ye with an expression full of gossip and curiosity.
"Brother Luo, what's it like having dinner with a big star? Is Goddess He easy to get along with? Is there any so-called difficult celebrity attitude?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? Are you a paparazzi?" Lum Ming shot a glance at Lu Yuen, who looked like an eager reporter waiting for a scoop.
"What do you mean? We're supposed to collaborate with the goddess; we might run into her anyway. It's good to know in advance to avoid any pitfalls. I call this being prepared."
"Lu Yuen, you shouldn't ask Brother Luo these kinds of questions. A big star's attitude towards people is different; take you and Brother Luo as examples. So asking Brother Luo doesn't provide any reference value."
"Hahaha, Da Zuo is right; not wrong at all!"
Laughter erupted in the room, but only Lu Yuen, fuming with anger, charged toward Da Zuo, shaking his fists and shouting.
Xu Yan spoke up, "Don't be fooled by how quiet Da Zuo usually is; when he does speak, he's quite insightful."
In the midst of their playful banter, Da Zuo managed to interject, "I’m just stating the truth."
This only prompted another round of laughter.
Yesterday, when they first discussed where to record, Lo Ye suggested using their own recording studio. It was a space specifically designed for musicians, and the production team readily agreed without hesitation.
He Shuning was very accommodating, agreeing to everything that was proposed.
Mimi had been so excited about collaborating with Wilderness that she had trouble sleeping for several days. This morning, she even woke up an hour early to prepare herself.
However, as she arrived at the address with her heart racing, she found herself at a loss.
Where should she enter?
The place was quite enchanting, with several two-story buildings lined up together. The walls were covered in climbing roses, and the air was filled with their sweet fragrance. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the city, this place felt like a unique fairy tale cottage.
"Sister Ning, this place is so beautiful," Mimi exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she took a deep breath, feeling her spirits lift.
"We should... wait, why is there no house number on the address Sister Sini gave us?"
"Sister Ning, where do we go in? Sister Sini provided this address, but... which entrance is..."
The location was not in the city center; in fact, it was a bit distant from it. However, this two-story building had everything—a convenience store, a café, a pub, and a bookstore. There was even a foot massage parlor, which left one feeling quite perplexed. Mimi was hesitating, thinking that if things didn't work out, she might as well call Sister Sini to ask for the exact address.
He Shuning, however, said there was no need. She picked up her phone and opened her WeChat list, pausing for a moment over the profile picture at the top. After deliberating for a while, she typed out a few words: “Teacher Luo, we’ve arrived at the location you sent, but we can’t find the exact address. Could you come down to meet us?”
Seeing this, Mimi quickly put away her phone and watched as He Shuning scrolled up and down on her screen. Then He Shuning turned off the screen and held her phone behind her back, her eyes drifting toward the café on the side.
Mimi understood and couldn’t help but smile quietly as she waited.
"Ding!" The sound of a message notification came from He Shuning's phone.
Soon after, a reply came through.
He Shuning picked up her phone and opened it. The moment she did, a golden profile picture displayed a red notification with the message: “Just a moment, I’ll be right down.”
He Shuning couldn’t help but smile at the message. Mimi noticed her sister’s expression and felt an uncertain guess forming in her mind.
He Shuning tidied her hair and clothes before looking at Mimi with a smile. “Mimi, you can finally chase your idol today.”
At that moment, Mimi couldn’t care less about anything else. She grabbed He Shuning’s sleeve, her voice trembling.
“Sister Ning, I—I suddenly feel a bit nervous.”
“Sister Ning, can you check if I look okay? Ahh! I’m so afraid I’ll embarrass myself!”
He Shuning smiled at her little assistant but didn’t want to reveal that she herself wasn’t feeling as composed as she appeared.
The actor had been in the industry long enough to skillfully disguise himself.
Without giving them much time to speak, a figure descended the stairs from the second floor of the small building at the end. He wore a thin black turtleneck sweater that perfectly showcased his physique, paired with black casual pants. The roses on the nearby wall contrasted sharply with him, their gentle beauty clashing with his cool and austere demeanor.
His hair was tousled by the wind, giving him a lazy and carefree appearance. It seemed he noticed them too, smiling and nodding in their direction as he quickly descended the steps and walked over.
Mimi behind her excitedly stomped her feet, covering her mouth to suppress a scream. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to control her voice, it still echoed in He Shuning's ears.
"Ahhh! He’s so handsome! He’s coming over here, Sister Ning! Oh my god, I thought I was immune to handsome guys, but here’s an exception!"
He Shuning didn’t respond to Mimi; her heart was anything but calm at that moment.
Standing across from the café, she wore a casual beige knitted outfit. Her hair fell loosely behind her, and with a mask and sunglasses on, she had disguised herself well. However, Lo Ye recognized her the moment he stepped onto the stairs.
It felt familiar, reminiscent of that night.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
He walked briskly towards her and stood in front of her, blocking out the sunlight behind him.
Mimi forced herself to appear calm as she nodded at him but was too afraid to speak; her voice trembled.
"This is my assistant, Mimi," He Shuning introduced her first.
He turned to Mimi and spoke with a clear voice, "Hello, I’m Lo Ye."
Mimi hurriedly nodded, her voice striving to remain steady. "Hello, hello, please take care of us."
Then she found herself at a loss for words, blushing as she looked at He Shuning. He Shuning, feeling a bit embarrassed, spoke up, "I'm sorry, we really couldn't find the place. Thank you for coming down to meet us."
As she spoke, she looked up at him. His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, could gaze freely at her without fear of being caught. She noticed his bright and clean eyes, full of vitality; one glance could reveal a person's current state. His nose was straight and high, his skin not overly fair but radiating health. He wore a turtleneck sweater that accentuated his long neck. With his hands tucked into his pockets and a slightly bent back, he stood confidently in the sunlight.
She thought that if he were to hold her in his arms at that moment, it would feel incredibly warm and comforting.
"It's okay," he replied. "Our studio is hard to find; hardly anyone comes here on a regular basis."
Hmm?
So they were...
Lo Ye led the way ahead while Mimi followed closely behind He Shuning. She reached out and gently tugged at He Shuning's sleeve, lowering her voice.
"Sister Ning, doesn't that mean we are among the few people here? If those fans knew about this, they would probably go crazy with jealousy," she said with a triumphant smile.
He Shuning shook her head lightly and gestured for her to keep quiet so the others wouldn't hear.
Indeed, professionals were doing professional work. As they entered their workspace, it created a stark contrast to everything outside.
The studio had an overall free-spirited Bohemian style but also bore the unique characteristics of a music studio. The walls were adorned with film decorations and various instruments. Upon entering the recording booth, they saw a group of people.
It was his bandmates, who smiled shyly upon seeing her.
Behind them, Mimi was filled with excitement, continuously greeting everyone.
He Shuning took off her mask and sunglasses, greeting each person individually. Everyone remained calm, except for Lu Yuen, who introduced himself in one breath, nearly recounting half of his life story. Xu Yan and Da Zuo stood beside him, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Where's Tongtong?" Lo Ye looked around but couldn't spot her. She should have been at the front by now.
"She was just here," Lum Ming glanced at the nearby sofa, where the person who should have been lounging was nowhere to be found.
Just then, Tongtong walked in from outside.
Da Zuo was about to ask where she had gone when she exclaimed, "Hello, Sister Ning! I'm your super fan! Can I have your autograph?"
She had changed into a shirt featuring He Shuning's face and was holding a photo book, her big eyes eagerly waiting for He Shuning's signature.
He Shuning awkwardly glanced at Lo Ye, who caught her eye and smiled helplessly in response.
She quickly expressed her gratitude and took the pen from Tongtong.
Meanwhile, Mimi was already taking photos with Lu Yuen and the others.
"Um, Goddess He, can I take a picture with you?" Lum Ming asked, holding up his phone and successfully drawing the attention of everyone still engaged in conversation.
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