"You gave it to me?"
Rong Hang nodded. "I was already planning to give it to you."
He seemed a little nervous and added, "This isn't good enough. I'll refine it for you when I have better materials later."
Jiang Yixing put the ring on her hand. The green gemstone matched her fair and slender fingers perfectly. If Xie Shun knew that half of their family's property had been given away by Rong Hang, he would probably be furious.
However, Jiang Yixing wore it without any psychological burden. Xie Shun had already secretly killed someone without regard for the consequences, so it was nothing for them to pay him a little bit of his property, right?
"Thank you, I like it very much."
Jiang Yixing smiled at Rong Hang, winning over another young man's heart.
In the following days, as Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang's relationship progressed further, Rong Hang's already undisguised feelings became even more unrestrained.
His gaze was always sweet as honey, lingering on Jiang Yixing, and the two were hardly separated for a moment.
When filming the scene of Yin Mengran's death, Rong Hang found it difficult to break character, as this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Jiang Yixing had a prop halberd tucked into his waistband, piercing straight through his stomach. Of course, this was an effect created by the prop master.
However, Rong Hang's tears continued to flow even after the call to stop.
That was the first time Jiang Shengnan's emotions were completely out of control.
Jiang Yixing immediately retrieved the props and, covered in blood, approached Rong Hang.
He kept his head down, and only tears could be seen falling one by one, but his expression was not visible.
Jiang Yixing took Rong Hang's hand, letting the dirt from his hand stain Rong Hang's fair skin. "Come with me."
She dragged Rong Hang to the storage room next to the dressing room and pressed him down onto a stool.
Jiang Yixing cupped Rong Hang's face in her hands, not allowing him to lower his head.
Rong Hang held back his tears, which hung in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall but not falling.
His eyes were bloodshot, like a little rabbit that had been bullied badly.
Jiang Yixing felt a pang of heartache, yet also immense relief. Fortunately, Rong Hang had come to the modern world and tried his hand at acting.
Jiang Yixing always believed that everyone's ability to bear pressure is limited, and when excessive pressure is placed on a person, they will eventually be crushed.
Rong Hang has been under too much pressure.
As the most renowned genius in his class, he represented all young people, but after falling into demonic possession, he bore the blame of everyone.
The more people once admired him, the more they will hate him now.
But he never shed a single tear. In the Immortal Realm, Rong Hang was numb; he might be in pain, but he would not cry.
Because no one had ever taught him that he could cry when he was sad or upset.
“Look at me.”
Jiang Yixing pressed her face close to Rong Hang's, her forehead brushing against his, before quickly separating.
Her gaze revealed deep heartache and tenderness, and Rong Hang seemed to be burned away by that gaze.
He bit his lower lip hard.
“In my heart you will always be Ronghang, only Ronghang, no matter what you are like.”
Whether you're crying or smiling, whether everyone calls you a genius or everyone despises you, it's all you.
Jiang Yixing embraced Rong Hang, who leaned against her abdomen. The moisture in Rong Hang's eyes soaked through his costume, and Jiang Yixing felt a warm sensation.
Rong Hang suddenly reached out and hooked his arm around Jiang Yixing's neck, pulling her down. Jiang Yixing sat half-on Rong Hang's lap, his eyes surging with passion, and he kissed Jiang Yixing's lips.
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