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The mission was completed in the winter of the fourth year since Jiang Huali arrived here.
021 is right, acting is indeed a very interesting thing.
In the process of acting, you experience different lives, different joys and sorrows, and at some point, you encounter a moment that touches your heart.
Jiang Huali gave a speech on the podium, holding the trophy in her hand.
Jiang Huali's speech was simple, and when she finished, she was greeted with enthusiastic applause from the audience.
Jiang Huali's gaze followed the applause downwards, landing on Meng Zhiling, dressed in a suit and tie. He met her gaze and gave her a slight smile.
It was already night when the awards ceremony ended.
Jiang Huali's award this time is highly prestigious, being an authoritative and professional award in the film industry. It has once again become a hot topic on Weibo. She has produced many excellent works in recent years, and her award is well-deserved. Her fans are genuinely happy for her.
Jiang Huali and Meng Zhiling came out one after the other, avoiding the reporters.
When Meng Zhiling got into the car, Jiang Huali sat in the back seat with her eyes closed, resting.
Meng Zhiling asked Liu Yuan to drive.
Jiang Huali opened her eyes when she heard his voice.
Meng Zhiling took her hand and asked gently, "Are you tired?"
Jiang Huali shook her head: "No."
After a while, she closed her eyes again.
The system's voice echoed in my mind.
[Main quest conditions have been met! Current quest progress: 100%.]
[Host, mission complete!]
The system sounded excited, but quickly lowered its volume.
Jiang Huali was quiet for a moment before saying, "I understand."
"How much longer until I leave?" she asked.
The system has settled the task.
One year left.
The system said softly.
When they returned to the villa in the distant mountains, the moon was high in the sky, casting moonlight on the courtyard. Jiang Huali put on a coat and covered her thin dress. As soon as she got out of the car, she was pounced on by a fluffy little thing.
The warm puppy pounced on her, grabbing Jiang Huali's dress with its front paws and wagging its tail incessantly.
Why isn't Sprite asleep yet?
Jiang Huali squatted down, hugged Sprite, and rubbed its fluffy ears several times.
Meng Zhiling, wearing the same coat, stood next to Jiang Huali, quietly watching her and Xuebi being affectionate.
They played with Sprite for a while before going inside. When Aunt Wang saw them return, she exclaimed "Oh dear!" and went up to ask, "You're back! Little Pear, would you like something to eat?"
After she finished speaking, Aunt Wang saw Meng Zhiling come in after her and asked again, "Would you like something to eat, sir?"
Aunt Wang usually doesn't stay overnight at the Yuanshan Villa, but tonight Jiang Huali and Meng Zhiling went to an awards ceremony and haven't returned yet. Xuebi was feeling a bit restless being alone in the house, so Aunt Wang didn't leave.
There was a room prepared for Aunt Wang in the villa. She kept Xuebi company in the living room while waiting, thinking that Jiang Huali and the others probably hadn't eaten much that night, and wanted to cook them a late-night snack.
Meng Zhiling glanced at his watch.
It's getting late.
He said gently, "No need, you should rest first."
Aunt Wang saw Meng Zhiling take off his coat, unbutton his cuffs, and roll up the neatly folded cuffs of his suit jacket, revealing his strong forearms.
She understood and went back to her room.
Jiang Huali sat down on the sofa. Her high heels were a bit tiring tonight, and she had just squatted down and played with Sprite for a while. She stretched her ankles and frowned slightly.
Meng Zhiling walked over, draped the coat he was carrying over the sofa, and took a pair of slippers for Jiang Huali to change into.
Meng Zhiling squatted down in front of Jiang Huali, his palms, still burning hot, covered her ankles and gently massaged them.
Meng Zhiling's body temperature is always high.
Jiang Huali sat quietly, watching the person in front of her move.
Jiang Huali asked, "Where's Sprite?"
Meng Zhiling: "I'm going back to my nest to sleep."
After a while, Meng Zhiling stood up, washed her hands, and came back, asking, "What would you like to eat?"
Jiang Huali shook her head. "It's too late, let's not eat."
Meng Zhiling frowned. "I didn't eat much tonight. Haven't you been having some stomach discomfort lately?"
He softened his tone: "I'm a little hungry, want to get something to eat with me?"
The system thought to itself that the stomach discomfort was just the beginning.
Jiang Huali reached out and wiped the remaining water droplets from the other person's arm. "Okay."
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhiling went into the kitchen and cooked a simple bowl of noodles.
The noodles were cooked quickly, and Meng Zhiling ladled them into two identical porcelain bowls.
Jiang Huali came in at this moment and took the noodles out.
Meng Zhiling quickly cleaned the kitchen and walked out to the dining room. There she saw Jiang Huali sitting at the table with two bowls of noodles in front of her, staring blankly at them.
Smelling the scent, Sprite ran out of its little den, grinned, and sat down next to Jiang Huali's legs, its tail swishing on the ground.
Meng Zhiling sat down next to Jiang Huali and asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Jiang Huali snapped out of her reverie and pushed one of the bowls of noodles in front of Meng Zhiling. Her tone was relaxed, no different from usual, "I'm happy, but I'm just thinking that I should take a break for a while."
Meng Zhiling said, "Where would you like to go on vacation? I haven't been too busy with work lately."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Huali's lips curled up slightly, and she said, "Really? Does Assistant Liu know about this?"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll just stay home and play with Sprite."
As Jiang Huali spoke, she patted the warm head of Ye Ye, the dog beside her.
Sprite's tail wagged even more enthusiastically.
Meng Zhiling took a bite of noodles and said in a nonchalant tone, "Sprite has no shortage of people playing with it."
"But some people are in dire need."
Jiang Huali: ...
After finishing my noodles and washing up, it was already past midnight.
Jiang Huali has been living in the Yuanshan Villa for some time now. She is not often at home because she is often away for work.
Meng Zhiling once tried to transfer the apartment in Huafu to her name, but Jiang Huali refused.
Not just Washington, D.C., but also many other properties, shares, and businesses.
She has earned a lot of money from acting over the years, most of which she has donated.
Jiang Huali didn't buy a house, after all, she would only be in this world for a few short years, so a house wouldn't mean much to her.
We'll be leaving eventually, so why leave so many traces?
Jiang Huali couldn't sleep, so she gently turned over and looked towards the windowsill, where there was a transparent vase filled with flowers.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.
Can't sleep?
Meng Zhiling's aura surrounded him.
Jiang Huali turned back without saying a word.
It was quiet for a while.
Jiang Huali shouted: "Meng Zhiling."
"What's wrong?" Meng Zhiling replied.
What do you love about me?
The bedroom was dark, with no lights on, and you couldn't see anything. All you could feel was the sound of our intertwined breaths.
Meng Zhiling's hand touched Jiang Huali's face, and he gently groped around until he kissed her in the darkness.
As their breaths mingled, he closed his eyes briefly.
What does he love about her?
Meng Zhiling asked, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
Jiang Huali looked into the darkness before her and whispered, "If... I mean, if one day we were to separate—"
Before she could finish speaking, she felt the person beside her breathe heavily, and the hand that had returned to her waist tightened, causing a momentary pain, before quickly loosening as if pricked by a thorn.
Jiang Huali didn't hear a reply. She felt Meng Zhiling release her, sit up, and put his arm over her.
With a "thud".
The lights are on.
The soft yellow light from the bedside lamp illuminated this small space. Jiang Huali was startled by the sudden brightness and subconsciously closed her eyes.
Just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard a faint voice coming from above.
"You don't love me anymore?"
"..." Jiang Huali closed her eyes again after opening them halfway, her eyelids sticking tightly to her eyes, her eyelashes still trembling.
She didn't speak, but someone wanted her to.
Meng Zhiling gently nudged her, clearly not going to give up easily, "Asleep?"
Jiang Huali opened her eyes, lay flat on her back, and stretched out her arm. "No, I love you."
"I was just asking, isn't there a really popular test online lately?"
She said casually, "You can tell if someone truly loves you by their answers."
Meng Zhiling's eyelids were half-closed.
She would never be interested in testing her lover by lying.
Meng Zhiling didn't turn off the light. He lay down again, burying his head in Jiang Huali's neck. As he spoke, his hot breath brushed against Jiang Huali's neck, causing her to flinch.
"So, are you satisfied with my reaction?"
"It's alright."
Jiang Huali chuckled.
"I just can't sleep. I keep thinking about a movie I acted in before. My character died in the end, didn't he?"
Her voice became very soft again, "I wanted to say, what would you do if one day I left you because of death?"
Jiang Huali was the female lead in the previous drama, and she passed away at the end. The male lead in the drama eventually let go of his grief with the passage of time and started a new life.
Meng Zhiling had seen all of Jiang Huali's works, and he knew which play it was as soon as she mentioned it.
Let go of the past and start a new life?
Meng Zhiling stroked her hair intermittently, and finally patted her as if to comfort her.
"Wherever you are, I will be there."
Even death cannot separate us.
Jiang Huali had no idea what Meng Zhiling was thinking, and only received a vague answer. Feeling extremely annoyed, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open.
She told herself: No one is indispensable, right?
Time is a terrible thing. Many things that seemed unacceptable at the time may have changed in our mindset after ten or twenty years.
Is it right?
Meng Zhiling held Jiang Huali's hand with his fingers and said softly, "Still can't sleep? How about we do something else?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Huali pulled her hand away, rolled around on the bed, and rolled to the other side, pulling the blanket over herself. She muttered, "No."
Meng Zhiling chuckled, "Why are you hiding so far away? I'm not going to eat you."
Jiang Huali pretended not to hear.
Meng Zhiling knew Jiang Huali wasn't in the mood, so he didn't bother her anymore. Jiang Huali moved to the edge of the bed, and he followed, pulling back the covers and lying down next to her, hugging her.
Jiang Huali stopped moving, her mind preoccupied. Suddenly, she heard Meng Zhiling say, "There's a family dinner in a couple of days. Would you like to go?"
"A family dinner?"
Jiang Huali was taken aback. The Meng family did indeed have a family banquet every year, but she had never attended one for various reasons.
Meng Zhiling's parents had known about their son's relationship for a long time, but they didn't interfere much. Whether Jiang Huali went or not didn't matter much.
Jiang Huali thought for a moment and said, "Go."
She had some free time during this period. Now that her task was completed, she didn't have much time left, so Jiang Huali didn't mind spending a little more time with Meng Zhiling.
Meng Zhiling smiled.
“I’m bored by myself, will you keep me company?” Meng Zhiling whispered in her ear.
"good."
As they talked, Jiang Huali finally felt sleepy. She was held in Meng Zhiling's arms, feeling the warmth emanating from him, and slowly fell asleep.
After Jiang Huali fell asleep, Meng Zhiling tucked her in and sat up in bed again, moving very gently so as not to wake her.
Meng Zhiling turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness.
After getting together with Jiang Huali, Meng Zhiling rarely had that dream anymore.
But before he met Jiang Huali, he had been wandering in that dream day and night, sometimes with joy, sometimes with sorrow.
Without exception, at the end of the dream, that person always leaves.
Meng Zhiling had no intention of exploring the connection between that dream and Jiang Huali. He didn't care about the past or any strange, seemingly prophetic dream.
He only cares about the present and only thinks about how to have a long and lasting future.
Finally, after a long period of silence in the darkness, he returned to his lover's side and fell asleep.
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