Linda is the name of the superheroine she played, and Xia Siyu immediately realized she was recognized. She stood up and said in Italian, "I’m not who you think I am," then quickly pulled Bo Yan away.

The original venue of the Venice Film Festival was on Lido Island, on the east coast of Venice, separating the Adriatic Sea from the Venice Lagoon. Traveling from Venice’s main city takes some time. However, Xia Siyu deliberately chose to stay in the main city, preferring to commute and spend more time on it. First, she intentionally wanted to live farther from work to avoid being disturbed in her private life. Second, the food in the main city is better.

What bad luck. She thought she could be freer abroad, but she still got recognized. Although when she stood on the Cannes stage last year, she hoped she could be like those international superstars and become world-renowned. The foreign media wouldn’t confuse her with Shang Feifei or anyone else.

However, when she wants to walk around freely and low-key, it’s not a good feeling to be recognized. Back in China, at work, she was like a zoo monkey with waves of people coming to watch her. Privately, it was like guerrilla warfare. Dodging paparazzi, fans, and crowds, every day felt like playing a survival game, stepping out onto the street meant being targeted, and only hiding was the way. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Originally, she thought she could relax abroad, but she hasn’t even finished filming yet, and she’s already recognized. When the movie is released, if it isn’t popular, it wouldn’t matter, but if it is, she might be seen worldwide.

Of course, for her career, it’s absolutely a rocket-like boost, but for her personally, she fears that everyone who has seen the superhero movie will recognize her afterward.

Xia Siyu only stopped after pulling Bo Yan two blocks away. When she stopped, she shook her head: "Oh no."

Bo Yan looked a bit puzzled: "What’s wrong?"

Did she feel like she was acting a bit inappropriately earlier? Maybe that person genuinely knows an Asian named Linda and isn’t a superhero fan? And even if she got recognized, there’s nothing bad about it. It’s not a bad thing to have worldwide fame. Or did Xia Siyu lose something?

When they went out, the phone was in her bag. She brought the bag because phone payments aren’t convenient in many foreign places, and she needed to carry cash and credit cards at all times. The bag has always been in Bo Yan’s hand — Xia Siyu can’t have anything beside her as she might place the bag somewhere when shopping and forget about it. And since there are quite a few thieves in Italy, if the bag were on Xia Siyu, anything placed would surely be lost.

He quickly turned his head to check the bag — this bag is still Xia Siyu’s women’s bag, with rhinestone bee decorations. Everything in the bag was intact; nothing was lost.

He looked up again, and Xia Siyu had an annoyed expression: "That tiramisu! I still had half left!"

Bo Yan was speechless: "Then buy another one. Or if you’re worried about bumping into passersby again, you can wait beside here while I go get it for you."

"It’s limited in daily quantity. When I bought it, there were only a few left in the shop." Xia Siyu was so frustrated, looking more miserable than when she didn’t win an award.

"Tomorrow then, let Wei Jingjing buy it for you."

Xia Siyu looked upset: "No time tomorrow, and there’s the red carpet in the evening. Wei Jingjing definitely won’t agree to let me eat more. If I come back especially for this piece the day after tomorrow, I feel it’s not worth it. We leave in three days."

Bo Yan looked at her cat-like craving face, and eventually, she shook her head: "Forget it. Leave it as a memory; I’ll come back when there’s an opportunity."

This guy, it’s just a piece of cake, and she makes it seem like a lifelong regret.

Bo Yan shook his head and smiled: "Maybe if God sees how sincere you are, he might grant you a piece of cake?"

Xia Siyu quickly moved on, shaking her head: "Forget it, it seems God wants me to reserve my stomach for a big dinner tonight."

Though Italian cuisine isn’t as famous as French cuisine, it’s quite diverse. Of course, there’s pizza and pasta; seafood and cheese are also quite distinctive. Xia Siyu grew up here, and although it’s somewhat different from the Sicilian flavor, it’s still a hometown taste.

Thinking about dinner, her back was no longer sore, and her legs didn’t hurt: "Let’s go."

This guy, Bo Yan sighed helplessly, she’s just like before, hasn’t changed a bit. If she weren’t a celebrity, she might have become a food blogger, traveling the world with her eating adventures.

Luckily, Xia Siyu learned to be smart during the next journey, wearing a mask the whole time. It’s still a pandemic period, and although Europeans are generally laid-back, not many wear masks, but it’s not strange to wear one. The key is, with the mask on, no one recognized her. She could enjoy roaming freely with Bo Yan all over the streets.

Because today was rather tight on time, Xia Siyu’s reservation was at a restaurant near the hotel, within walking distance. The hotel arranged a spot on the terrace for her; she and Bo Yan sat on the waterside terrace, next to a narrow pathway for tourists to stroll, and beside it is the waterway with gondolas (Venetian specialty boats) shuttling back and forth. While eating, the breeze carried water vapor, along with the noise from pedestrians nearby and the classical architecture across, as if they were in a fairy-tale dream.

While eating, Xia Siyu was recognized again. Fortunately, this time it wasn’t just her; Bo Yan was exposed too, as the ones who approached were from China. These Chinese tourists seemed to have local friends, who, after being informed that Xia Siyu and Bo Yan were celebrities, seemed to recognize Xia Siyu as well, "Is this Linda?"

Seems to be another superhero fan. This time, Xia Siyu learned to be sensible; she wouldn’t flee anymore — if she had to leave, she’d definitely wait until all the dishes were served and finished before running!

So, she calmly said, "I’m not Linda, but I played her. Hopefully, after the movie is released, you’ll see an image in your mind that represents Linda."

Italian aesthetic is indeed similar to that of China; Xia Siyu couldn’t understand why North America always chooses Asians with small eyes and big faces, yet this local friend seemed to appreciate Xia Siyu’s appearance, eagerly anticipating her performance — although Xia Siyu felt the excitement was probably more because she communicated in fluent Italian, as smoothly as if it were her mother tongue.

After seeing these people off, Xia Siyu finally awaited the main course she longed for — Parmesan cheese roasted veal. Her demeanor was no longer elegant or calm, as her face was full of food.

Finished with one portion, she was still craving more and glanced up to see Bo Yan’s serving untouched: "Why aren’t you eating? Doesn’t it suit your taste?"