The familiar hotel room, the familiar people, even the way they spoke—all of it was so familiar that Nan Xian felt like she was playing an immersive role-playing game.
—The fourth cycle.
However, this time was slightly different from the previous three times: this time it did not enter the cycle due to objective factors, but was "pushed" by Blue Star. Through some peculiar means, it caused the cycle that should not have started to happen again.
Thinking of this, she pulled herself out of her thoughts and turned to ask Ding He, "Do you still remember that male model—Lan Xing?"
Ding He paused for a moment, "Sis, you don't seem to have worked with any male models before, do you? I have absolutely no recollection of this name."
"How could that be? He's that mixed-race male model who showed his hand in the Little Peach Blossom ad. You even said he was your ideal type. How could you not remember him?" Nan Xian asked in surprise.
Ding He's expression was even more exaggerated than hers.
"Sis, you filmed the Little Peach Blossom ad all by yourself! There was no male model involved..." She suddenly became nervous. "Sis, did you not sleep well last night? Are you still confused?"
Did you take this all by yourself? Nan Xian's heart skipped a beat.
She quickly found her phone and typed "Blue Star" into the search bar.
In her memory, Lan Xing was a somewhat well-known figure in the industry, but none of the entries that came up were related to him.
She tried several different keywords, but still couldn't find any trace of him.
In Xiao Tao Hong's advertisement video, there is no longer a scene of him reaching out his hand.
It's as if Earth has completely disappeared from this world, in a way that has never existed before.
"...I am willing to sacrifice the part of my soul that is that of a Western Elf, to make a deal with the demon, to turn back time..."
Before the loop ended, his last words came to mind.
“Sacrifice the soul…” Nan Xian murmured in a daze, her hand unconsciously touching her chest.
Seeing her like this, Ding He thought she was unwell and asked in a low voice, "Sister, are you feeling unwell? Should I go and call a doctor to take a look at you?"
Nan Xian snapped out of her reverie, shook her head, got up, and walked out of the room. The production crew's bus was already waiting outside the hotel.
The driver greeted her with a smile, and Nan Xian forced a smile in response.
Her mind was in turmoil, filled with a jumble of information like flying scraps of paper. She had no interest in interacting with the camera, so she simply sat in the last row, using the view as an excuse to think about her next course of action.
The first two cycles proved that her decision not to obtain the peony cinnabar was wrong. Although the third cycle did not trigger an active cycle, it caused a series of casualties due to her direct or indirect causes... This is something Nan Xian does not want to see again.
How can we save so many precious lives and prevent this tragedy from happening again?
She had no clue what to do. She felt as if she were walking down a winding path full of unknown dangers. She didn't know when a venomous snake would jump out of the bushes or a tiger would leap out to block her way. But she had no choice but to "knowingly walk into the tiger's den."
The city scenery gradually faded behind the wheels, and more and more fields and bungalows appeared outside the window.
Nan Xian rubbed her temples, drew back the curtains, and looked outside, wondering where she was.
Suddenly, she sat bolt upright in her chair, her eyes widening, and blurted out:
"parking!"
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