Why do I say it's the same old routine?

How did he know?

"You...you have memories..."

If pressed further, his enthusiasm would completely overwhelm what followed.

It was late at night, and all was quiet.

I vaguely heard him say, "I miss you."

"..."

"Can't you predict the future?"

The voice in my ear grew softer and softer, more and more affectionate.

The man said, "You can foresee what's about to happen. I wonder if you knew in advance... I'll come looking for you."

His pupils suddenly dilated.

Rong Shang pulled her hand away from his arm, her nails scratching several marks on his firm muscles.

"you……"

That one glance that met my eyes.

She finally understood.

Later on, he really did regain his memories.

In a single moment, the blood in my body boiled.

Her expectations of him seemed to be much higher than she had imagined.

...

*

(The Twenty-Second Plane)

(over)

*

drop.

A text message was sent to my phone.

The woman sitting in front of the vanity mirror raised her hand and slipped.

A passage appeared above.

Zhong Xia, you look so pretty today, it's my favorite pink.

Mobile phone number, unknown.

Honestly, she's a popular young actress in the entertainment industry who possesses both good looks and acting skills.

She has many fans.

She also has many die-hard fans.

But it's extremely rare for someone to follow her and send her text messages like this recently.

This can be described as bordering on morbid madness.

Snap!

Place the phone face down.

Rong Shang stepped back and leaned against the back of the chair behind her.

The assistant stepped forward a few paces.

She looked exhausted, pinching her brow.

"Xiaxia, should we call the police?"

The assistant could tell just by looking at her expression.

It seems like he's been targeted by obsessive fans again.

She moved closer to Rong Shang.

A quick glance revealed that there were still many people in the dressing room.

"No, thank you." A woman's sweet voice came from beside me.

The assistant turned around.

Rong Shang had already stood up, tossed her phone into her bag, and handed it to her assistant.

"I'm going back."

After speaking, she walked past her in her high heels.

The assistant pushed up the frames of his glasses and exclaimed "Ah!"

"Xiaxia".

Follow them.

She whispered in her ear, "Why don't we call the police?"

"That person is now seriously affecting your life."

"It's alright."

For her, even ten sasaeng fans couldn't affect her life.

With a cold expression, Rong Shang bumped into someone as she left the dressing room.

She was in a hurry to go home and sleep, so she didn't go to check.

He only said "I'm sorry" briefly before leaving.

The film set was very dark.

Besides, it's already late at night, and most people have already left.

It was dark everywhere, and the assistant thought about the harassing text message she had seen on her phone last time.

I can't help but shiver now.

She said to Rong Shang, "Why don't we talk to Brother Hao and ask him to arrange a few bodyguards for you?"

The assistant has been in this industry for several years now.

I've never seen a female celebrity as down-to-earth as Zhong Xia.

Every time I go out, I only take her with me.

well.

Hopefully, everything will go smoothly every time I go out.

We walked all the way.

Enter the elevator.

The phone in my bag rang again.

Rong Shang glanced at her assistant, who quickly took out her phone and handed it to her.

"Who else is here so late?"

The assistant leaned closer as she spoke.

Then……

"ah!"

A sudden scream rang out in the elevator.

Rong Chang remained silent.

She put away her phone and glanced at her assistant.

"Stop arguing."

It's so noisy it's giving me a headache.

Pinching her brow, Rong Shang revealed an impatient expression.