No matter how fervently the CP fans ship them, Shen You’an has never paid attention to it. Zhao Heng, as the agent, considering Shen You’an’s career, actually sees both pros and cons in the CP hype with Rong Xianning. Overall, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, plus they’ve known each other since childhood, their bond deep, and Shen You’an’s care has long surpassed that of ordinary friendship.

He always believed Shen You’an felt differently about Rong Xianning. No matter how calm and rational, she is just a seventeen-year-old girl, and he wished for Shen You’an’s youth a romantic love, pure and beautiful, for which Rong Xianning was undoubtedly the perfect choice.

After all, if the CP fans persist so crazily, it’ll be hard to end without them being together.

But one day, Shen You’an suddenly asked him to find Shan Wei to reduce the CP fans’ influence.

No matter how Zhao Heng thought about it, it felt wrong.

Even though the CP fans jump so high, they actually have no real impact on them, at most causing jealousy once they start dating...

Zhao Heng, so smart, immediately thought of a possibility.

If it’s not Rong Xianning, then who could it be?

The answer was obvious.

——

Shen You’an wrapped up filming before the Qingming Festival and rushed back to Jingzhou.

On Qingming, she accompanied her grandparents to the Qingzhou Martyrs’ Cemetery to visit her father’s grave.

Shen Qiunong embraced the cold tombstone, sobbing uncontrollably.

Yu Yisen, too, couldn’t help his tears from flowing.

The greatest tragedy of humanity is when the old bury the young.

Yu Fuli had always been the taboo unspoken among the three, repressing and enduring, yet today, the moment inevitably came.

In memories, the vivid, radiant boy ultimately became a cold photograph on a tombstone.

The man in the photo smiles brightly, a charming demeanor, one can imagine how spirited a man he was.

Shen Qiunong’s eyes, carefully treated, could now see blurrily. Her fingers gently caressed the man in the photo, her eyes striving to see clearly, wanting to engrave those features deep into her heart.

"Ali, Dad and Mom are here to see you."

"It’s been twenty-eight years, we’ve been apart for a full twenty-eight years."

"These twenty-eight years, not a day went by we didn’t think of you."

"Ali, my dear Ali..."

Emotion repressed for years exploded in Shen Qiunong, making her nearly cry herself unconscious.

Shen You’an rushed down to gently hug Shen Qiunong, offering comfort.

At this moment, any words of consolation seemed pale.

She lost her father, grandma lost her son, the child she bore with pain, a piece of her own flesh, there is no deeper sorrow in the world than a mother losing her son.

Footsteps sounded from behind.

Shen You’an turned around.

A boy, clad in black, clutching a white chrysanthemum, walked slowly toward them.

At some point, a gentle drizzle began to fall from the sky, blurring the boy’s features in the rainy mist, making it hard to discern.

As he approached, Shen You’an gazed at the exceptionally handsome features, momentarily dazed.

After months not seeing each other, he grew taller, his cheeks filled out, evidently his family treated him well.

The once suppressed and restrained eyes, like the sky washed by rain, clear and bright, carrying a calm and steadfast glow.

The sharpness forged by circumstances had unknowingly been smoothed by time and love from his family, a choice of serenity after weathering many storms.

"An’an, long time no see."

The boy greeted, calm and composed.

"Grandpa, Grandma." After polite greetings, Gu Xianning stepped forward, placing the white chrysanthemum before the tombstone.

"Uncle, I’ve come to see you."

Shen You’an watched the tall figure of the boy, who grew from a small child to a grown man able to withstand storms, not missing a single Qingming in thirteen years.

The entire cemetery enveloped in the drizzling rain, amidst the solemn and dignified atmosphere, together they recalled a person.

The young man’s image, captured in the photo on the tombstone, immortalized, year after year, eternal and unchanging.

——

At noon, Gu Xianning, Shen You’an, Yu Yisen, and Shen Qiunong had a meal together. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Zirui Pavilion offered the best privacy for guests, thus it was chosen as the dining venue.

"An’an, how have you been recently?"

The boy’s tone was like old friends catching up.

"Went to Jizhou for filming, Daylight directed by An Kui, likely released next year. What about you, when is your new album coming out?"

No need to ask how he’s been, it was clear he was doing well.