Wen Wan returned to her rental and found the portrait of the male idol. She initially wanted to throw it into the trash can, but hesitated for a few seconds and eventually tucked it into a book and stored it safely.
Wen Wan wasted an entire afternoon, consumed by wild thoughts, until her friend dragged her out for dinner in the evening.
She noticed that she was also starting to fear gains and losses.
When the male idol called again, Wen Wan was still very surprised, thinking, "Does he still see me as useful to him?"
"Let's have lunch together tomorrow," Mo Siluo's voice was calm, but Wen Wan's heart was not.
"Not convenient?" inquired Mo Siluo, his voice slightly teasing.
"It's convenient." Wen Wan, lacking in pride, agreed. Perhaps, deep in her heart, she still held a sliver of hope.
"Who is it? Mo the male idol?" Tiantian curiously gossiped.
Wen Wan nodded.
"What's going on here? Is the male idol chasing you?" Tiantian found it unlikely.
"No."
