Fu Jingrong went silent after hearing her question.
The truth was simple — but the weight of it pressed against his chest. Ever since the day they met, there had been something about her that drew him in. Back then, he had already been a star whose name filled billboards and award lists. She, on the other hand, was just a rookie in the same company, still carving her path.
Their first meeting had been unexpected. A few artists had been whispering rumors about him, sharp little knives meant to wound his reputation. She had stepped in without hesitation, defending him in a way that was both fierce and unapologetic. He'd been stunned — not because someone had stood up for him, but because she had. That one act had piqued his curiosity, igniting a quiet fascination he couldn't quite shake.
