He shrugged, his gaze still fixed on the writing. "The handwriting," he replied simply.
She smiled softly, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the memory. "It was. A nine-year-old girl, to be exact. It was before I even landed the 'Lai Xia' role, so I wasn't very well-known. At the time, most of my roles were villains or seductresses. It was surprising to me that a child would be a fan."
Wu Yuxuan's eyes softened as he watched her, something thoughtful crossing his face. "That just shows how good you are as an actress."
Chen Lin shook her head, her smile tinged with sadness. "No, it wasn't because of that." She paused, her gaze drifting off for a moment. "That little girl came to a few of my fan meetings, with her brother. Turns out, I reminded her of a friend she lost a while ago, someone who passed away."
Wu Yuxuan's expression darkened with sympathy. "That's... heartbreaking."
