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The celebration banquet for the healing animation was held at a top hotel in Jiangcheng.

The celebration party held for Spirited Away invited almost half of the top celebrities in the entertainment industry.

The venue was extremely noisy.

The most eye-catching champagne tower in the center of the venue reflected a dazzling light under the overhead chandelier.

The air here is filled with the cheerful laughter of successful people.

Shen Qingyue stood alone in the corner, holding a glass of champagne, like a calm bystander.

Her gaze passed through the clinking glasses of the crowd and landed on the man who was surrounded at the very center.

At this moment, Su Bai was surrounded by a group of investors and media reporters.

Even Wang Zhongjun, who once regarded him as a thorn in his side, was now raising his wine glass, his face flushed, and clinking glasses with him in an almost ingratiating manner.

He spoke loudly.

"Brother Su, you absolutely have to include me in your next film! Galaxy Pictures will be the first to invest!"

Shen Qingyue watched this scene with mixed feelings.

She was naturally proud.

It was this man who, with a near-suicidal bet, managed to tear a hole in the iron wall of capital.

He created a box office legend in Chinese film history with an animated film that no one expected to succeed.

But at this moment, she remembered the tens of millions of wailing comments on Weibo.

I recalled that scene in a television interview where he spoke with the gentlest and most sincere expression about the cruelest scenario.

She was furious.

This man is both an artist who creates miracles and a devil who manipulates people's hearts.

He can move countless people to tears with the beauty in his works, and he can also smile as he shatters that beauty with his own hands.

Shen Qingyue gently swirled the liquid in her glass and sighed softly.

Just then, Su Bai, who was in the center of the crowd, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He turned his head and his gaze accurately pierced through the crowd of more than ten meters and landed directly on her.

He said something to the person next to him, and then turned away without hesitation, his movements clean and efficient, carrying his wine glass straight towards her.

"Is someone secretly cursing me here?"

Su Bai's voice rang in her ear, tinged with a hint of teasing.

"No way." Shen Qingyue turned her head away. "You're the star of the night. I wouldn't dare steal your thunder."

"Yeah?"

Su Bai chuckled, picked up his wine glass, and gestured with his chin toward the terrace not far away.

"Come on, I'll take you to a quiet place to curse."

Pushing open the glass door, a cool breeze greeted me.

The two leaned against the railing side by side.

A long silence.

Neither of them spoke first.

Only after Su Bai finished drinking the wine in his glass did he suddenly turn his head and look at her with an unprecedentedly serious tone.

"Shen Qingyue".

Shen Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.

Su Bai rarely called her by her full name and surname, and so solemnly.

"Thank you."

Su Bai's voice was soft, yet it struck the softest spot in her heart.

"Without you, there would be no Spirited Away. You brought the bathhouse to life; you gave that world its true soul."

Shen Qingyue felt a surge of heat rush from the base of her neck to her brain.

Isn't this guy only good at exploiting his employees? Why is he suddenly playing the emotional card?

This sudden, unadulterated gratitude left her somewhat at a loss for words.

"I just did my job."

She hurriedly tucked a strand of wind-blown hair behind her ear, her gaze darting away, unable to look at him.

"No."

Su Bai interrupted her, his gaze intense.

"You transformed it from a vague concept in my mind into a visual spectacle that shocked all the viewers."

"It was you who gave that world a true soul."

This seemingly casual expression of gratitude was, to Shen Qingyue at that moment, an earth-shattering reward.

"No, the direction you gave me is very important."

Su Bai looked at her reddened earlobes and didn't continue the topic.

He turned around and, like her, leaned on the railing, gazing at the myriad lights below.

"Look how happy those people inside are."

Su Bai spoke softly, as if talking to himself.

"Thinking about those comments online that were so harsh they wanted to send me razor blades, it feels really disconcerting."

Upon hearing that he was sending razor blades, Shen Qingyue rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

"You deserve it."

Su Bai smiled, a hint of self-deprecation in his smile.

"Yeah, serves them right."

He paused for a few seconds, then spoke slowly in a tone that was both weary and longing.

"This time, it brought some tears to everyone's eyes."

"So, the next one."

Su Bai took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"I want to create a truly heartwarming story."

Shen Qingyue's heart skipped a beat, and she turned sharply to look at Su Bai.

He was gazing intently at the distant starry sky, his profile appearing particularly serious in the night.

"A story about love and friendship."

"A story about magic that can bring hope and courage to everyone who reads it."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a convincing power.

Shen Qingyue stared at him blankly.

The old scoundrel Su, who openly added insult to injury in an interview, breaking the hearts of viewers across the country, is gone.

Standing beside her at this moment seemed to be nothing more than a creator, a person with the purest of desires, and an infinite yearning for beautiful stories.

She believed it completely.

It turns out that he also feels guilty for hurting the audience.

Deep down, he also longed to create a world without regrets, a world filled only with beauty.

At this moment, Shen Qingyue felt her heart filled with a warm emotion.

All her previous resentment vanished instantly.

Instead, there is endless anticipation.

A light shone in her eyes.

"Really?"

She heard a barely perceptible tremor in her own voice.

"This story must be wonderful."

Hearing her words, Su Bai finally snapped out of his gazing at the starry sky.

He turned back and met her longing eyes, a smile spreading across his face.

A pure, harmless, clean smile, without a trace of impurity.

"certainly."

His tone was so matter-of-fact.

"After all, magical girls always bring hope and miracles, don't they?"

That smile was so genuine and so warm.

So much so that Shen Qingyue, moved by that purity, was completely unaware.

When Su Bai uttered the word "magical girl," a fleeting glint of predator's gaze flashed deep in his eyes.

The shadow beneath her feet had been silently and completely enveloped by Su Bai's figure.