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

Shen Che didn't seem to notice her strangeness. He lowered his head to look at his phone and said, "Let's go to the hotel first. The afternoon trip will be postponed for half an hour." He said to the driver and turned to Wenrou, "You can rest for a while."

"Okay, Mr. Shen," the driver replied.

The car fell into a comfortable silence, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner running.

Wenrou secretly glanced at Shen Che from the corner of her eye and found that he had closed his eyes to rest. Under the warm yellow interior light of the car, his eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes. The line of his nose was like the outline of a meticulous painting, and the curve of his jaw was clean and sharp.

He gradually became similar to the slender figure holding a sword in his dream.

Wenrou took a deep breath, her nails gently digging into her palms. If this was really a joke of fate, if there really was an intersection of parallel time and space in this world, then this time—

She had to make him remember.

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Under the spotlight of Fashion Week, Shen Che, wearing a designer-tailored haute couture suit, stood in front of the camera with composure.

Wenrou stood in the shadows backstage, holding iced mineral water and a small fan in her hands, her eyes always following his figure.

The summer in Paris is extremely hot and humid, and even inside the venue, the temperature is so high that it is suffocating.

After three hours of continuous filming, beads of sweat had already formed on Shen Che's forehead. Wenrou took advantage of the break between outfit changes to quickly step forward, handing him some ice water while gently wiping away the sweat with a wet towel.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Shen Che took the water, his fingertips slightly red because of the ice-cold bottle.

He tilted his head back and took a sip, his Adam's apple rolled, and drops of water slid down his jaw and into the collar of his shirt.

"Much better." He smiled at her, his eyes slightly curved. "Thanks to you."

This scene was captured by several fans who were waiting there.

At first they were wary of Wenrou, the new assistant who suddenly appeared, but as they watched her take care of Shen Che meticulously, the hostility in their eyes gradually turned into curiosity and recognition.

"That assistant lady is so attentive."

"Brother Che looks much better than last time."

Wenrou felt a slight burning in her ears when she heard these whispers, but she still focused on helping Shen Che straighten his collar which was slightly soaked with sweat.

Her fingers accidentally touched the back of his neck, and her heart skipped a beat when she felt the warmth of his skin.

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On the last day of fashion week, Shen Che made a perfect farewell.

Wenrou packed up all her things and was about to go back to the hotel to rest, but she saw Shen Che, who had changed into a simple white T-shirt and jeans and was wearing a baseball cap, standing at the door waiting for her.

"Let's go," he took the bag from her naturally, "I'll take you somewhere."

Before Wenrou could react, he pulled her into a taxi.

The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from a bustling city to a tranquil countryside, and finally stopped at a small town surrounded by vineyards.

The setting sun paints the cobblestone road golden, and the air is filled with the aroma of fresh bread and coffee.

"Where is this...?" Wenrou looked at Shen Che in surprise.

He took off his hat and mask, took a deep breath of the free air, and a rare, relaxed smile appeared on his face. "Every time I come to Paris, I sneak in here," he said with a wink. "No fans, no cameras, just delicious food."

Shen Che walked through the winding alleys with a gentle manner and came to an inconspicuous little restaurant with a familiar way. The proprietress greeted him warmly, and it was obvious that he was a regular customer.

"You've worked hard these past two days," he said, pulling out a chair for Wenrou. "I've been working you non-stop since you started working, so of course I have to compensate you well."

Under the candlelight, Shen Che's outline was much softer than usual.

He no longer needs to maintain the perfect image of a star. His eyes would curve with a smile when he spoke, and his eyes would light up like a child when he ate something delicious.

Wenrou watched him skillfully order food in Italian, and saw the tips of his ears slightly red from the red wine, and in a trance she seemed to see Chu Mo.

Although Chu Mo is cold as ice in front of others, he is also gentle when he is with me.

"Try this," Shen Che pushed a piece of cheese covered in honey in front of Wenrou, "It tastes very similar to the one you brought on the plane."

Wenrou was startled: "Do you still remember?"

"Of course." He rested his chin on his hand and looked at her, the candlelight dancing in his amber eyes. "The snacks you brought are all delicious. I remember them all."

These words made her gentle heart tremble violently.

After dinner, Shen Che took her for a walk in the town square. The night breeze was gentle, and the sound of an accordion drifted in the distance. There were no bodyguards, no itinerary, just the stars and them.

"Actually," Shen Che suddenly stopped and looked up at the starry sky, "I always feel like I've been here in my dreams. It seems I was with you." He turned to Wenrou, his eyes incredibly clear. "Maybe it's an illusion. I've been so tired recently."

Wenrou held her breath, and the stars in the night sky blurred into a brilliant halo in front of her eyes.

At this moment, she could hardly tell whether the person standing in front of her was the big star Shen Che, or Chu Mo, the man she had been pursuing in her dreams.

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The night of Paris gently enveloped the banks of the Seine. Wenrou and Shen Che walked side by side on the cobblestone road. The lights of the Eiffel Tower in the distance twinkled like stars.

Shen Che held two cups of hot cocoa in his hands and handed one to Wenrou. When their fingertips touched inadvertently, they both pretended not to notice each other's slightly red ears.

"Be careful, it's hot." He reminded softly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his voice.

She lowered her head and took a sip. The sweet chocolate aroma melted on her tongue, mixed with a hint of vanilla. She secretly looked up and saw Shen Che staring at the river in a trance, his profile coated with a warm halo under the streetlight.

The night wind ruffled his hair, making him look less distant and more youthful than usual.

"What are you thinking about?" she couldn't help asking.