The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Lin Xiaoyu hesitated, finally sighing and softening her tone. "Actually, it's not just you. Many of Che's longtime fans can't accept the fact that he's on a dating show." She pinched the newly purchased support banner, the plastic wrapping rustling. "But you know, Che has been all about music these past few years. He even turned his birthday party into a concert."

Wenrou stood in the fan area outside the recording site, her fingers unconsciously twisting the straps of her backpack.

The August sun made her feel dizzy, and the strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat.

Not far away, Shen Che was cooperating with the program crew to take promotional photos. The cuffs of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

"But Brother Che is already thirty years old," Lin Xiaoyu handed over a bottle of ice water, and the condensed water on the bottle dripped onto the back of her gentle hand. "You can't live alone because of the expectations of your fans, right?" She suddenly lowered her voice. "And I heard from the agent that this time it's the company..."

Wenrou turned her head suddenly, only to see that Lin Xiaoyu had fallen silent, and was just pointing with her chin at the stylist who was retouching Shen Che's makeup.

The girl with a ponytail was standing on tiptoe to help him adjust his collar, her fingertips brushing his neck lightly.

A burst of screams suddenly erupted from the cheering area.

As requested by the director, Shen Che was leaning over to help Su Yuan tie her shoelaces. From this gentle angle, it looked like he was kneeling in front of her to propose.

Wenrou looked away, a bitter taste like rust rising in her throat.

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"Oh, right!" Lin Xiaoyu suddenly tugged at her sleeve and took out a folded A4 paper from her bag. "Brother Che's studio is recruiting an executive assistant. Would you like to try?" The unfolded recruitment notice was printed with the logo of Shen Che's studio, and the requirements column read "Work carefully and be able to adapt to flexible working hours."

Wenrou stared at the line on the paper that said "Need to accompany on business trips domestically and abroad", and remembered that Chu Mo once said that they would never be separated.

And now, between them were three rows of screaming fans, a fifty-meter red carpet, and countless reincarnation memories that she could not express.

"I'll go," Wenrou heard herself say, her voice hoarse. She took the job posting, the white paper blindingly bright in the blazing sun.

Lin Xiaoyu's eyes lit up. "The interview is next Wednesday! I've organized your materials for you." She handed over a file bag containing Shen Che's recent schedule and interviews. "Brother Che is currently working on a new album. I heard he records the demo in the middle of the night whenever inspiration strikes..."

The document bag suddenly became heavy. In the past, Chu Mo would put himself in the most important position in his heart.

And now, how many people will listen to the music he writes? And for whom will he play the piano late at night?

"One year," Wenrou said suddenly. Lin Xiaoyu looked at her doubtfully, but she simply shook her head and carefully tucked the document bag into the innermost layer of her backpack. If, after a year, he still couldn't recall those memories of traveling through time and space, she would let him go completely.

The cheering area suddenly became noisy.

Shen Che had finished filming and was slowly walking towards the fan zone. The sunlight cast subtle shadows on his chiseled profile. The collar of his black shirt rose and fell slightly with his steps, revealing a faint scar on his collarbone.

Wenrou subconsciously took a half step back and hid behind a tall girl holding a sign that read "Brother Che, marry me", but accidentally stepped on someone's cheering stick.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She apologized hurriedly, but when she looked up, she met Shen Che's suddenly stopped gaze.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Shen Che stopped three meters away from the fan zone, his amber pupils shrinking slightly in the sunlight.

His gaze passed through the swaying arms and waving signboards, accurately locking onto Wen Rou hiding in the crowd.

This look reminded Wenrou of the battlefield in the second world, when Chu Mo did the same thing and found her among thousands of enemy troops at a glance.

"Brother Che! Look here!"

“Ahhh he’s looking at me!”

The fans screamed one after another, but Shen Che seemed to be deaf to them.

He tilted his head slightly, his brows unconsciously furrowed.

Wenrou felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and the only sound in her ears was the roar of rushing blood.

A tear slid down uncontrollably, dripping down her chin onto the camera on her chest.

Only then did she realize that she had been crying without knowing when.

Lin Xiaoyu frantically searched for tissues, and the friction sound of the plastic packaging seemed particularly harsh in the noise.

"Here, here you go..." Lin Xiaoyu handed over a crumpled tissue, but was stunned when she saw the gentle expression, "Oh my God, how could you..."

Wenrou shook her head hastily, turned around and ran towards the exit.

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The August heat wave was overwhelming, and her shadow shrank into a tiny ball under the scorching sun, as if trying to hide in a crack in the ground. Behind her, the sound of shutter clicks and her agent's urging came: "Teacher Shen, the car is waiting!"

Shen Che remained standing, his lips pressed into a straight line. He raised his hand to signal his agent to wait, his eyes still following the hurriedly fleeing figure.

An indescribable emotion surged in my chest, just like the burning feeling that I couldn't grasp or let go of every time I woke up in the middle of the night.

"Brother Che?" The manager touched his arm in confusion. "There are too many fans. It's not safe."

Shen Che then withdrew his gaze, but when he turned around, he accidentally knocked the album out of the hands of the fan in the front row.

The moment he bent down to pick it up, he noticed that his right hand was shaking uncontrollably.

"Thank you for your support." He mechanically signed the album and handed it back to the excited fan. On the way to the nanny car, he unconsciously looked back towards the exit, but the girl was no longer there.

"Just now..." Shen Che got into the car and spoke hesitantly, "The one in the lavender dress..."

"Which one?" the agent said, busy checking the schedule, not even looking up. "There are at least a dozen fans wearing purple today."

Shen Che looked out the window at the passing scenery, his left hand unconsciously pressing against his chest. He felt an inexplicable stabbing pain there, as if someone had embroidered an invisible flower on his heart with a silver needle.