After the divorce, the aloof CEO begged me not to withdraw my investment.

He walked over to her and gently patted her shoulder.

"I'm fine." Qi Xue's voice was hoarse, with a hint of irritation. "I just... can't find my rhythm."

“I know you’re under a lot of pressure. There’s a lot of anticipation for your new album, and the media is keeping a close eye on you.” Her manager sat down opposite her, her tone softening. “But you can’t push yourself too hard.”

Qi Xue gave a bitter smile: "Sister, you don't understand. I feel completely drained, my inspiration has dried up, and I've run out of ideas."

She picked up her phone and scrolled through the latest entertainment news. On the screen, the names of those new generation singers shone brightly, dominating the top spots on various music charts.

"Look how young and energetic they are, their songs are full of freshness, and what about me?"

Qi Xue's voice carried a hint of self-mockery.

"I'm washed up now, nobody listens to my songs anymore."

The manager snatched her phone, her tone stern: "Sister Xue, what nonsense are you talking about! You're a pop diva, your position is unshakeable!"

"Really?" Qi Xue's gaze fell out the window, her eyes vacant. "But why do I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff, about to fall at any moment?"

Silence fell over the studio, with only the hum of the air conditioner echoing in the air.

Qi Xue took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling city night view outside.

The dazzling lights of the skyscrapers only made her feel more lonely and lost.

“Sister,” she turned around, a hint of determination in her eyes.

"Please arrange a vacation for me. I want to go out and travel. Maybe I can find some new inspiration."

The agent looked at her, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, but finally nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it for you."

Qi Xue closed her eyes, feeling the night breeze caress her cheeks, and silently prayed:

Hopefully, this trip will help her rediscover lost inspiration and rekindle her passion for creation.

Qi Xue took a deep breath, turned around, and said with a determined look in her eyes, "Help me arrange a vacation. I want to go out and travel. Maybe I can find some new inspiration."

The agent looked at her, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, but finally nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it for you. Where would you like to go?"

“I want to go to… many places.” Qi Xue walked to the wall, unfolded a huge world map, and slowly moved her finger across the map. “The sitar in India, the flamenco in Spain, the bagpipes in Ireland… I want to see them all and hear them.”

Amy frowned worriedly: "Sister Xue, won't it be too tiring to go to so many places at once? And some of the places..."

“I know,” Qi Xue interrupted her, her tone firm. “I know it won’t be easy, but that’s precisely why it’s so worthwhile. I don’t want to repeat myself. I want to break through, I want to innovate. Even if there’s only a sliver of hope, I’ll try.”

The agent remained silent for a moment, then finally relented: "Okay, I respect your choice. I'll arrange everything; you just need to focus on your creative work."

Qi Xue smiled gratefully: "Thank you."

Over the next few days, the agent worked tirelessly to process Qi Xue's visa, book her flight, and arrange her hotel. Qi Xue, meanwhile, began packing her luggage, putting her favorite musical instruments and recording equipment into her suitcase.

Before leaving, Qi Xue dialed Ye Feng's number.

"Hey, Ye Feng, I'm about to set off." Qi Xue's voice was tinged with excitement.

A deep, gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Have a safe journey. I believe you will definitely find your own music."

"I will." Qi Xue gripped her phone tightly, feeling the warmth coming from the other end of the line. "Thank you for your continued support."

"Fool, why are you thanking me?" Ye Feng chuckled. "Remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Xue felt a warm feeling welling up inside her.

She dragged her suitcase out of the studio, embarking on an unknown journey.

From bustling cities to tranquil villages, from ancient temples to modern concert halls, Qi Xue has traveled the world, experiencing the collision and fusion of different cultures. She learned sitar fingering, felt the passion of flamenco, and listened to the melodious bagpipes, incorporating these different musical elements into her own compositions.

The journey was not without its challenges. She got lost in unfamiliar streets and faced difficulties due to language barriers. But she never gave up, always persisting in her love and pursuit of music.

Whenever she felt tired and lost, she would remember Ye Feng's encouraging words, which rekindled her fighting spirit and helped her move forward.

She would email Ye Feng about her travel experiences and feelings, and Ye Feng would reply, sharing his thoughts and suggestions. They were like two stars shining on each other, supporting each other and growing together in different times and spaces.

A year later, Qi Xue returned to China with a wealth of achievements. She was no longer the confused and anxious pop diva, but a confident and inspired music creator.

She incorporated musical materials and life insights collected during her travels into the creation of her new album, resulting in a series of innovative and influential works.

The new album caused a huge sensation upon its release. The exotic melodies and emotionally charged lyrics deeply touched the hearts of listeners.

Qi Xue's name shines once again on the entertainment stage. She uses her music to show the world a brand new version of herself.

All of this was inseparable from Ye Feng's support and encouragement. When Qi Xue was at her most confused, it was Ye Feng who gave her the strength to keep going.

At the celebration banquet, Qi Xue raised her glass and looked at Ye Feng with deep affection: "Thank you, Ye Feng. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Ye Feng also raised his glass, his eyes filled with tenderness and pride: "This is what you deserve, my Xue'er."

The two glasses of wine clinked gently, making a crisp sound, which also symbolized their unbreakable bond and shared future.

"Qingyi, this quarter's report... is not ideal."

Ye Feng put down the documents in his hand, his tone heavy, and his gaze fell on Liu Qingyi, trying to catch a trace of emotional fluctuation on her face.

Inside the office, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights flickered, reflecting on Liu Qingyi's face, but the emotions in her eyes were unreadable.

The air conditioner whistled cold air, adding to the already heavy atmosphere and making it even colder.

Liu Qingyi's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, producing a crisp sound that broke the suffocating silence. "I know," she finally spoke, her voice calm and even, as if she were discussing something trivial.

"you know?"

Ye Feng raised his voice, looking at her incredulously.