In the narrow room, a slender figure curled up in the corner, low sobs echoing softly.
Memories of that day flooded her mind.
A man in a suit and leather shoes knocked on the door of her dressing room.
"Is this Miss Wen? I'm Lu Yanyu's assistant."
"Brother Yu said we're all part of the same crew, let's add each other's contact information."
.....
She thought he looked familiar and didn't suspect anything, so she added him just like that.
No wonder, every time she ran into Lu Yanyu in public, he acted like a complete stranger, distant and aloof.
She had even thought it was deliberate, to avoid media detection.
Turns out, he really didn't know her.
A piercing pain pricked her heart, and Wen Yulan's lips twisted into a mocking smile.
If that was the case, she might as well wish he was truly a scoundrel; at least she could hold on to a fantasy.
Ding Yifan's words seemed to still echo in her ears.
