A horse gallops past the window, and in the blink of an eye, it's dawn.

As the recording of the new day began, Nan Xian took a short nap while getting her makeup and hair done. She was still a little groggy when Ding He woke her up.

"Sister, Teacher Yu Lin is here."

As soon as she finished speaking, a man's hand reached out from the side and naturally took the comb from the makeup artist's hand, carefully smoothing a slightly messy strand of hair at Nan Xian's temple.

The makeup artist was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed in bewilderment, "Huh?"

Nan Xian finally snapped out of her daze and instinctively grabbed the man's wrist. "What are you doing?"

“I want to help you comb your hair, sister.” Yu Lin blinked innocently, but his clear amber eyes revealed an intense emotion that was different from usual as he stared straight at Nan Xian.

"No, this isn't something you need to do." Nan Xian paused, feeling very strange under his gaze, and unconsciously looked him up and down warily. "What's wrong with you today?"

The man lowered his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

As expected of the Red Fox, even without memories and having lost her magic power, she still has such a strong intuition, and she sensed something was wrong with just one glance.

When he looked up again, his face had already returned to Yu Lin's usual expression. "Hmm? I'm fine, sister. Sister, you haven't been resting much, have you? You look a little listless. Luckily, I guessed that already and prepared breakfast and coffee for you."

As he spoke, he reached into his down jacket and magically produced a cup of coffee and a bag of sausage buns, handing them over with a smile: "They're still warm!"

Ding He quickly took it, "Thank you so much, Teacher Yu Lin, but—" She glanced furtively at Nan Xian's expression, "I've already brought my sister's breakfast, this one might go to waste..."

Yu Lin looked around, his gaze settling on several takeout boxes on the coffee table. His eyes flashed. "These don't look like the production crew's takeout boxes. It seems—I saw the exact same ones when I passed by President He's lounge earlier. Could it be that President He sent my sister's breakfast?"

Nan Xian was taken aback by what she heard. She looked in the mirror at Ding He and frowned questioningly.

Ding He was surprised that Yu Lin even knew this. Her face paled, and she knew she couldn't hide it anymore. She bit her lower lip and explained to Nan Xian, "My sister stayed up all night filming for a while, which ruined her stomach. The food prepared by the production team was good, but it was too greasy. My sister felt uncomfortable for a long time because of the food during the first episode. Later, President He found out about this and contacted me privately. He said he brought over the chef who used to be in charge of my sister's daily meals. From now on, I will get my meals from him."

Nan Xian was really hearing about this for the first time. After all, unless it was required for filming, the artists usually ate in their own dressing rooms. She didn't know what others were eating, so she never suspected anything.

Just as she was getting annoyed, she recalled that during the first episode, she had eaten too much oily food and hadn't been able to take a proper nap, which had caused Ding He to run around taking care of her. Her newly kindled anger was extinguished again, and she sighed helplessly.

"You should have told me about this sooner." She rubbed her temples, troubled. She had said those things to He Mingxiao last night, yet this morning she had taken his breakfast. Although she had been unaware of this, it was truly...

Just then, a knocking sound rang out at the door, interrupting her thoughts.

When I opened the door, there was someone I didn't expect.