Yan Qingsi did not know if she could change herself for the better. She also did not know if someone like her, could possibly be happy in the end.
However, she wanted to try.
She wanted to try her best for herself, to try for all the people she cherished.
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After breakfast, Yan Qingsi lied down. She was still tired, but she wasn't fatigued. She scrolled on her phone and received the script that Song Qingyan circulated, and out of boredom, she looked through it.
Song Qingyan's script had no title. He said he had yet to think of a name for it. This was his own script, with comedy, mystery, and suspense!
Yan Qingsi did not particularly like the script as she read through it. She felt that someone like her could play a lot of complex parts, but a comedy... she was worried that she could not carry it. She had no way of feeling genuinely happy, how was she going to make others happy?
