As their car drove away, the person in the black car made a phone call.

"Sir, they seem to have discovered something..."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, and then a voice that was so gentle that it was creepy came from the other end.

"Keep watching, it's time to move on to the next stage of the game."

…

A luxurious villa in Country Y.

Mu Xuewei stared at the vegetable salad on the plate, her fork suspended in mid-air without falling.

Six hours of etiquette training left her arm muscles trembling slightly.

"Eat it."

Bai Xiangning said without even looking up, "Gu Youran never leaves any food on the table, especially when..."

She paused, "When I'm feeling down."

Mu Xuewei's fork gently hit the edge of the plate.

This was the third time today that Bai Xiangning mentioned Gu Youran’s “low period” intentionally or unintentionally.

"Why is she depressed?" Mu Xuewei asked casually.

Bai Xiangning's fork accurately pierced a small tomato.

"Miss Mu, do you think that being deeply loved by a man like Shi Heng will free you from any shadows?"

The bright red juice spread across the porcelain plate, "The moon also has a dark side."

These words were like a fine needle, piercing the most sensitive part of Mu Xuewei's heart.

She chewed the lettuce slowly, but it tasted like wax.

The afternoon training turned to clothing imitation.

The moment Bai Xiangning opened the cloakroom, Mu Xuewei gasped.

The entire room is filled with the latest season items from the "Nian Wan" brand, from sweaters to scarves, all of which are the styles that Gu Youran wears most often.

"Put this on."

Bai Xiangning took out a beige turtleneck sweater and said, "Shi Heng likes the way she plays guitar in this sweater the most."

Mu Xuewei's fingers retracted as soon as they touched the sweater.

This cashmere blend has an all-too-familiar feel, as if it's been worn a thousand times.

When she changed her clothes and stood in front of the dressing mirror, she felt dizzy.

The woman in the mirror has Gu Youran's face, Gu Youran's figure, and now even her clothes are in Gu Youran's style.

The only thing that did not belong to Gu Youran was those frightened eyes.

"take it easy."

Bai Xiangning suddenly appeared in the mirror and put her hands on her shoulders.

"The first time I saw 'her' in the mirror, I threw up too."

Her breath sprayed behind Mu Xuewei's ear, "But you will soon fall in love with this feeling."

At dusk, Bai Xiangning finally announced the end of training.

She packed up her equipment neatly and quickly, putting the recorder, measuring tape and other tools into her bag one by one.

"Use this before bed."

She suddenly tossed over a small porcelain bottle. "Gu Youran has calluses on her fingertips from playing the guitar. This lotion contains a special substance that can accelerate the metabolism of the stratum corneum."

Mu Xuewei caught the bottle and asked, "You even studied such details?"

"In the past two months, besides making perfume..."

Bai Xiangning turned around at the door, her smile blurred in the backlight.

"I'm just studying the information provided by you. Good night, Miss Mu. I hope you dream..."

"Balsamic flower."

Mu Xuewei responded subconsciously, and was immediately frightened by her own conditioned reflex.

When the door closed, Mu Xuewei collapsed on the sofa.

She raised her hand towards the chandelier and found that her nails had been trimmed into Gu Youran's unique oval shape.

Bai Xiangning had secretly practiced this while she was practicing table manners.

Outside the window, the night sky of Country Y is dotted with stars.

Mu Xuewei walked to the window as if possessed by a ghost and practiced the smile she had been practicing for two days in front of the glass.

First, purse your lips. The right corner of your mouth will rise two seconds earlier than the left corner. Three fine lines will appear at the corners of your eyes.

The woman reflected in the glass gave her a perfect, Gu Youran-style smile.

Suddenly, a tear streaked across that smile.

Mu Xuewei took two steps back in horror.

She clearly didn't want to cry.

What's even more terrifying is that she found herself expecting Shi Heng to see this "improved version" of herself.

The realization made her tremble all over.

I realized more clearly than ever that the real Mu Xuewei was disappearing bit by bit.

And what terrified her most was that she began to look forward to this disappearance.

…

On the other side, the dark night bar.

Gu Youran nestled in Shi Heng's arms, her fingertips fiddling with the sapphire cufflinks on his shirt.

"So, you will be going back to the capital in two hours?" Shen Yuanbai put down the wine glass heavily.

Shi Heng glanced at his watch and said, "Youbao is going to attend the opening of a friend's brand tomorrow."

He lowered his head and rubbed the top of the head of the person in his arms, "Someone agreed to sing the opening song."

"Lenna's exclusive performance..."

Lu Yichen swirled his wine glass and deliberately drew out his tone, "I heard that a few days ago, the Y country chaebol offered you 10 million to write a song, but you rejected it?"

Gu Youran's ears turned slightly red, and she buried her face in Shi Heng's shoulder.

Shi Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist and announced in a deep voice amidst everyone's surprised gazes:

"From today on, Lenna's songs are only written for me."

The booth suddenly became quiet.

Gu Youran looked up with wide eyes, but met Shi Heng's deep gaze.

"This..." Lu Yichen's wine glass froze in mid-air.

"Any comments?"

Shi Heng raised his eyebrows and rubbed the inside of Gu Youran's wrist with his fingertips, where there was a faint red mark he left last night.

Gu Youran pinched his waist lightly, but he hugged her tighter.

"Someone promised last night, forgot?"

The booth suddenly erupted in booing.

Gu Youran blushed and muttered softly, "Domineering..."

"Hmm?" Shi Heng lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, "Say it again?"

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