When Su Mei was about to leave, he didn't have the courage to beg her not to go, and he didn't even have the courage to tell Yi Han, whom he loved, that he loved him.
Someone like her has no right to like others, nor does she have the right to be sunny...
She was in great pain.
It's really painful.
The emotional pain prevented her from living a normal life. For her, forcing a smile every day was like poison. She knew that swallowing it would cause unbearable pain, but she still had to pretend to be nonchalant and smile at others.
She has never done anything wrong in her life and should not have to endure this pain.
I hope her next life will be pure and clean.
In the end, I took a step forward. As I fell, there was no fear, only an unprecedented sense of relaxation...
In the moment before he died, many faces flashed through his mind, but in the end, he couldn't capture a single one of them.
Only then did I realize that in this life, there are so many people and things we want to remember, but very few are actually remembered.
Tang Yaoyao slowly opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
She projected her negative emotions onto Milk Girl; indeed, her world was bleak.
For the living, Milk Girl's death was a tragedy, a painful one, but for Milk Girl herself, it was the happiest time of her life.
She closed her eyes again, unsure if it would still work, and silently prayed: "Fox Fairy Yao'er, I pray for Milk Girl, that she may be pure and clean in her next life, and happy all her life."
When she opened her eyes, she found Su Mei lying by her bedside, her eyelashes wet and her cheeks still wet with tears. She was already asleep.
She took the small blanket from the side and covered her with it.
After leaving the hospital, Fu Sinan called Qiao Yuzhou directly.
But his phone was switched off.
He located Fu Mengyao's current location, started the engine, and headed in her direction.
...
The crew of "Towards the Sun".
"Xiao Yao, hand this towel to Sister Mi."
"Xiao Yao, have you ordered dinner for tonight? Remember to pick it up."
"Xiao Yao, why haven't you brought the chamber pot I asked you to get?"
Fu Mengyao was extremely busy. In the film crew, she was the only one running around. The others, who were in the same boat as her, just sat there resting and refused to help.
"Fu Mengyao, where's the hairdryer I asked you to get?!"
Fu Mengyao called out, "Coming, coming!"
I took a step, slipped, and fell to the ground, spilling all the water from the chamber pot and wetting the floor.
Fu Mengyao bit her lip, the pain almost making her faint, and no one came to help her.
It took him a long time to get up.
Seeing this, the assistant director came over to urge her to get the props. When he saw that she had dirtied the floor, he immediately frowned, pointed at her and scolded, "What's wrong with you? You're so clumsy, you can't even do this little thing right? What are you good for? Don't you know we're going to be filming here in a bit? Hurry up and clean up."
Fu Mengyao's hand was cut from the fall, and it was in excruciating pain; she didn't want to move at all.
She had always been a pampered young lady and had never been scolded like this before. She was furious but dared not speak out. She explained in a low voice, "Sister Fang, I'm the only one doing the work. You're all slacking off. I can't keep up."
"What do you think this place is? Do you think you have any say here? I'm telling you what to do, so you can't just sit around doing nothing."
Fu Mengyao was filled with grievance and anger. She clenched her fists, glared at her, and restrained the urge to slap her.
Fang Hong saw the fleeting anger in her eyes but wasn't afraid at all.
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