Caring about someone, you always want to know more about them.
Tang Li didn’t have to search much to find the gravestone.
There was no picture on the gravestone, neither were there any names engraved, it simply stood there.
As she approached, she saw a liquor bottle and a cup placed in front of the gravestone.
Tang Li crouched beside the gravestone, picked a fallen leaf off it, and then looked at the blank gravestone: "Even though I don’t know your name, you were his comrade-in-arms and a hero who sacrificed for this country."
Having said that, she clasped her knees with her hands: "There are some things I’ve always been unsure who to talk to about. I initially thought he liked my mother, but later it seemed not. I can feel that he treats me differently, maybe... just like he said, I still look too young to him."
After saying this, she remembered the death of Song Baiyan from her past life.
—It was four years later.
"I know what I want, and I won’t easily waver." Tang Li paused, then slightly curved her lips: "...Even if it really can’t be changed, even if it’s that outcome, I will choose to adapt."
In the evening, a news bulletin suddenly topped the Weibo headlines.
—The current Minister of Justice, Xia Zhengguo, is under suspicion for bribery and has been transferred to the national supreme prosecutorial authority for legal processing.
"The term elections are about to take place, and here we have a Minister of Justice losing his integrity so late in his career." On the bus back to the hotel, Deng Xian, holding his cellphone, reflected deeply and then struck up a conversation with Tang Li beside him: "He had fame and fortune, how could he not see clear to avoid such actions? Now, all efforts have been in vain."
"Sometimes, the more you have, the more you want." Tang Li spoke after pondering: "Or perhaps, it’s trying to prove one’s success by owning more."
In the final analysis, it’s just human weakness.
Deng Xian continued browsing Weibo, then suddenly clutched Tang Li’s neck: "Xiao Tang, how about you consider forming a male-male CP with me to attract fans?"
"...Deceiving fans isn’t good." Tang Li refused.
"This isn’t about deceiving." Deng Xian informed her about certain unwritten rules: "Isn’t your manager Feng Qi? Ask him, in our industry, there are many who use CP tactics for publicity. We’re not fabricating a romance but a BL fantasy, the market prospects are very promising."
Tang Li candidly responded: "Rather than sensationalism, I prefer to focus on acting properly."
Deng Xian clutched his chest, visibly hurt: "In the past, so many wanted to create a CP with me, yet I refused them all. Xiao Tang, you lack foresight!"
Having said that, he moved to the seat next to Zhang Qifeng: "Xiao Tang doesn’t want me, senior brother, let’s you and I form a CP instead."
"Get lost." Zhang Qifeng pushed him away.
Upon returning to the hotel, Tang Li went to the room of Wu Xuehan and others.
Wu Xuehan answered the door.
Yu Sui was lying on the bed reading a novel, peeling and eating an orange, Tang Li placed a lipstick on the TV cabinet: "I forgot to give it to you this morning."
"Are you in love?" Yu Sui suddenly asked.
Wu Xuehan curious: "Why do you ask that?"
"Apart from filming and events, when have you ever seen her apply lipstick? Last night I thought she went for midnight snacks with some main actors from the crew, but today I ran into Zhang Qifeng’s assistant, they said there was no such thing."
"Could it be with Deng Xian?" Wu Xuehan exclaimed.
Confident that her guess was right, she moved to sit by the bed with Yu Sui and murmured: "I knew it, Deng Xian always finds excuses to be near Ah Li, constantly yelling about forming a CP with Ah Li, the entire crew knows it."