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

"You..." The gentle voice trembled slightly, "Why are you telling me this?"

Shen Che seemed surprised by his own words, his brow furrowing slightly. He raised his hand and pressed his temple, as if struggling with some vague memory. "I don't know..." His voice was low and confused. "I just feel... I should tell you."

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing the scent of distant gardenias. Her gentle heart sank bit by bit, and the expectation in her eyes gradually extinguished. After all, the man standing before her was the superstar Shen Che, not the Chu Mo who would block all dangers for her.

"Okay." Shen Che suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "Due to an accident, the program recording has been temporarily suspended." He checked his watch, sunlight dancing on the metal dial. "I don't have any other plans next." His gaze fell on Wenrou's face again, with a hint of anticipation. "Come with me for a walk. There's a nice little shop nearby."

Wenrou was stunned. The sound of the brook suddenly became very loud, like her pounding heartbeat.

Shen Che stood in the sun and stretched out his hand to her. This scene overlapped with a moment in his memory.

"Okay..." she heard herself say, her voice so soft as if she was afraid of waking her from the dream.

The corners of Shen Che's lips lifted slightly, revealing a genuine smile.

He turned and walked ahead, the sunlight dancing on his shoulders. Wenrou followed behind him, keeping a step away, watching his back cast a long shadow on the cobblestone road.

After turning a few alleys, Shen Che stopped in front of an inconspicuous teahouse.

The wooden sign read "A Half Day in a Floating Life," the writing had faded a bit. Pushing the door open, the wind chimes chimed, and the faint aroma of tea filled the air.

"Boss, old seat." Shen Che greeted familiarly.

The teahouse owner was a kind old man. His eyes lit up when he saw Shen Che: "Little Shen is here? And Biluochun?" His eyes moved to Wenrou, and his smile deepened. "Who is this?"

"My assistant," Shen Che introduced, but added, "also...a friend."

Wenrou's heart skipped a beat. Shen Che took her to the innermost part of the teahouse, where a simple tea table was placed in the corner by the window.

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Outside the window is a wisteria in full bloom, its petals falling in the wind, and a few of them land on the tea table.

"Every time I come to this ancient town, I always come here to sit." Shen Che pulled out a chair for her. "It's very quiet here, no one will disturb me."

She sat down gently and carefully, her fingertips lightly touching the wisteria petals that fell on the table. They were soft and slightly cool. Shen Che sat down across from her. The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the petals, casting tiny spots of light on his profile, making his outline even more profound.

The teahouse owner quickly brought over a pot of Biluochun tea. The aroma of the tea was thick, and white mist curled up, blurring the line of sight between the two. Shen Che held the pot and poured the tea. His movements were graceful, and the clear tea soup reflected his slender fingers.

"Try it." He pushed the teacup in front of her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "The tea here is not available anywhere else."

She gently lifted the teacup, the warm porcelain walls ironing her palms. She lowered her head and took a sip. The aroma of tea spread on her tongue, with a faint sweetness and a subtle bitterness, just like her mood at the moment.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Che asked, his eyes fixed on her face.

She nodded gently, looking up to meet his gaze. "Very special, like..." She paused, choosing her words carefully, "like it has a lot of stories hidden in it."

Shen Che chuckled, his fingertips gently caressing the rim of the cup. "Every time I come here, I feel like time has slowed down." He looked out the window, where wisteria flowers swayed in the wind and the scattered eaves of the ancient town were in the distance. "Sometimes I think, if I weren't an artist, I might find a small town in the south to live in, drink tea every day, take a walk, watch the sunrise and sunset..."

His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of longing and a hint of regret.

She looked at him gently, her heartbeat speeding up slightly: "It sounds wonderful."

"Yeah." Shen Che retracted his gaze, a helpless smile curling up at the corner of his lips. "It's a pity that now you have to be fully armed even when going out, let alone living in seclusion in a small town."

Wenrou couldn't help but laugh: "Then wait until you retire?"

Shen Che raised his eyebrows, a sly look flashing in his eyes: "Retire? How many years will it take?"

"Thirty years? Forty years?" Wenrou tilted her head and said half-jokingly, "I'll go with you then. I like drinking tea anyway."

As soon as she said that, she realized what she had said. The tips of her ears instantly felt hot, and she quickly lowered her head to drink tea to cover it up.

Shen Che was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Okay." His voice was soft, but very serious. "Then it's settled."

She raised her eyes gently, meeting his smiling ones, and her heart skipped a beat. The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the wisteria flowers, landing on his eyelashes, as if coated with a layer of fine gold powder.

His eyes were gentle and focused, as if he had traveled through a long time and finally met her at this moment.

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"But..." Shen Che suddenly leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tea table. The distance between them suddenly shortened, so close that Wenrou could smell the faint scent of cedar on him. "Why did you wait so long?"

Wenrou held her breath, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the teacup: "Then...what else?"

Shen Che looked at her nervous expression, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "After I finish filming this variety show, we can go secretly, how about it?"

"Secretly?" Wenrou opened her eyes wide, "Aren't you afraid of being photographed?"

"I'm afraid." Shen Che shrugged, his tone relaxed, "But compared to being photographed, I'm more afraid of missing out on something I want to do."

His eyes looked straight into hers, and Wenrou couldn't tell for a moment whether he was talking about travel or something else. The fragrance of tea lingered between them, and wisteria petals fell silently. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Then..." Wenrou heard her own heartbeat, thumping, "Let's talk about it after you finish filming."

Shen Che smiled, the sunlight dancing in his eyes: "Okay, it's a deal."

He picked up the teacup and gently touched her cup, making a crisp sound.