"I can't do it... why can't I do it!" Her angry voice was filled with frustration.
"Why can Zhong Qing do it, and I can't!" Chu Manxiao's hands clenched into fists.
For a moment, she seemed to see again the young Zhong Qing being pressured by herself many years ago, leaving Jingcheng, leaving the director circle.
Back then, she had clearly already lost.
She had already lost to herself, hadn't she!
Why is she still haunting me like a persistent ghost!
A strange smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Zhong Qing, don't you dream anymore, I am the winner! I, Chu Manxiao, will always be the winner in this life!"
After she finished speaking, her smile deepened part by part, and the tears in her eyes also slipped down, bit by bit.
She was both crying and laughing, like a madwoman.
