This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

After a whole night of back and forth, not only did Sheng Pianran not get a good night's sleep, but Wen Yao also stayed up all night.

Wen Yao fell asleep shortly after lying on the air mattress.

She rarely dreams, but this time she had an incredibly vivid dream.

The lawn was filled with flowers flown in from abroad, a world-renowned orchestra was playing music, and guests were strictly adhering to the dress code while clinking glasses.

An engagement party of the century, grander than ever before.

"If the engagement party is this grand, I can't even imagine what the formal wedding will be like..."

"I heard that the Crown Prince fell in love at first sight and insisted on marrying no one but her. That seems a bit exaggerated. Can she be more beautiful than a celestial being? Is she even worthy of the Crown Prince?"

"Look, isn't that a photo?"

"Holy crap, she's an angel!!"

"Suddenly I feel that the Crown Prince is somewhat unworthy of her..."

"..."

Wen Yao's eyelashes fluttered as she looked at herself in the mirror in disbelief.

With her makeup exquisite and her long hair tied up, she looked less youthful and more radiant and composed.

She wasn't 19 years old; she was 20.

This day was her engagement banquet with Fu Wanzhou, and also the day she was reborn.

At this moment, Wen Yao felt a strange sensation.

Even though I know I'm dreaming, I just can't wake up.

Could it be... a dream within a dream?

"Yao-mei, Yao-mei, are you alright?!"

The man in the black suit hurried over and grabbed Wen Yao's shoulder.

Wen Yao looked at him blankly: "Fu Wanzhou?"

Seeing that she was unharmed, Fu Wanzhou breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright..."

He hugged Wen Yao tightly, his large hands gripping the girl's slender waist.

Wen Yao felt awkward, struggled for a moment, and pushed Fu Wanzhou away.

"You must have been terrified just now. I've already had security remove Gu Zhu from the scene." Fu Wanzhou said with a look of pity. "I'm so sorry about what happened to your brother. I only just found out myself..."

boom--

Wen Yao's mind went blank.

She dreamt of the future, not the past.

In their past life, Gu Zhu caused a scene at the engagement banquet, and it was at that moment that Wen Yao learned of Gu Yan's death, bringing the two back to the turning point of their fates.

What Wen Yao is dreaming about now seems to be another parallel world where she was not reborn...

It was in the parallel world where she didn't change the plot, the world where Gu Yan committed suicide.

Wen Yao's face turned ashen almost instantly, and a wave of dizziness washed over her.

The girl swayed precariously; if Fu Wanzhou hadn't caught her in time, she probably would have fallen to the ground.

This is a dream...

This is just a dream...

Wen Yao kept giving herself mental suggestions, but she couldn't help but wonder, could this be the real world?

Her so-called rebirth, her participation in variety shows, and her supposed change of Gu Yan's fate were all just a dream.

Wen Yao wanted to cry but couldn't; she just hunched over and kept dry heaving.

"Yao-mei? Yao-mei?!" Fu Wanzhou panicked and ordered her assistant, "Go and call the family doctor! Hurry!"

Fu Wanzhou helped Wen Yao sit down and gently patted her back.

"It's alright, it's alright, the doctor will be here soon."

Wen Yao grabbed his wrist, pressing so hard that her knuckles turned bluish-white: "Where is my brother...?"

Fu Wanzhou's face was somber: "The deceased is gone, and with death comes death. Your brother... he has become a star in the sky. But I believe he will always be watching over you. Yaomei... please accept my condolences."

pat-

A hot tear from the girl landed on the back of his hand.

Where is Fu Qianchuan?

"Uncle?"

Although Fu Wanzhou was somewhat puzzled by Wen Yao's seemingly disjointed thinking, she still answered truthfully.

"He's still in a vegetative state... The doctor said his condition has improved and there's a good chance he'll wake up... But speaking of which, when did you meet your uncle?"

Wen Yao's eyes were red, and her tears flowed even more profusely.

So, it turns out she... hasn't changed at all...?

"Don't cry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..." Fu Wanzhou wished she could slap herself twice.

What's with the foul mouth!

It took Wen Yao a long time to calm down.

"I'm the one who should apologize."

She slowly removed the diamond ring from the middle finger of her right hand and placed it on the dressing table beside her, much to Fu Wanzhou's astonishment.

"I can't get engaged to you."

Fu Wanzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and she managed a weak smile.

"It's alright, I understand. After all, something so sudden happened... There's no rush for the engagement banquet; we can hold it another day."

Wen Yao's voice was soft and sweet: "It's not like that... You wanted to find a partner for your engagement, and I wanted to find a shield, so we hit it off and that's how this engagement banquet came about... But I feel it shouldn't be like this..."

Fu Wanzhou vaguely guessed what she was going to say, and clenched his fist into a fist at the side of his suit trousers:

"I told you, it's okay, you can get engaged whenever you want, I'll do whatever you say..."

"Engagement isn't child's play; we can't be so naive." Wen Yao's nose was even red, and her eyes were brimming with tears. "I wish you find someone you love to get engaged to in the future, and that your wishes come true."

She took a step to leave, but Fu Wanzhou blocked her way.

"Wen Yao," he rarely called her by her full name, "Do you think I'm playing house with you? Do you really think I only see you as an engagement partner?"

Through the misty tears in her eyes, Wen Yao looked at him helplessly.

"Why are you so oblivious when it comes to relationships, when you're so smart?"

"Wen Yao, I like you."

"I want to marry you, I want you to marry me."

"Please, don't go... okay?"

Wen Yao slowly withdrew her hand, her movements gentle yet resolute.

"Feel sorry."

Undeterred, Fu Wanzhou asked her retreating figure:

"Why can't I? Then who can?"

"Or...do you have someone you like?"

Wen Yao paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

She traveled a very long way to the cemetery to pay her respects to Gu Yan.

Why did such a tall and strong older brother end up as just a small square box?

She also went to the sanatorium to visit Fu Qianchuan, who was in a coma.

"Who told you to write a will... to avoid prophecy... Now look what's happened, your words have come true."

"Wake up quickly, I have so much to tell you..."

"Fu Qianchuan, I don't have a brother anymore."

Wen Yao lay on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face.

...

"Gu Yan, come quick! Yao Mei seems to be having a nightmare, and we can't wake her up no matter how much we call her!"

From the camp came Yunxing's anxious shouts.

Gu Yan dropped the ladle in his hand, making a clattering sound.

He took three steps in two and knelt down beside Wen Yao's bed.

“Wen Yao, Wen Xiaoyao, Wen Shi Yaoyao…” Gu Yan shook Wen Yao’s shoulder and blurted out in his haste, “Sister!”

Wen Yao suddenly woke up, feeling as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Gu Yan wiped away her tears and snot with disgust: "Had a nightmare? Look, your snot is almost dripping into your mouth."

"elder brother……"

"Wow, well, with that one movement, it's completely in your mouth."