"Yeqian, really, stop being sad. At least you still have Xiaren," Zhao Xueli habitually pulled out a cigarette from her pocket and put it to her lips, "Do you want a cigarette?"
"Whether it's a boy or a girl, don't smoke." Yeqian furrowed his brow, and swiftly took the cigarette from her hand. Zhao Xueli didn't stop him, it was the first time someone had spoken to her like that.
Indifferently, she threw the cigarette away and quietly enjoyed these rare moments of peace.
"You're not really planning to cancel the December concert and completely quit the entertainment industry, are you?"
"To be honest, I don't know. I just feel so confused and want to escape," Yeqian raised his head, closed his eyes, and looked up slightly, "Let's leave it at that for now. Maybe when I figure things out, I'll start again."
He had always been conflicted about his origins; he desperately wanted to know who his parents were and even fantasized about being embraced by them one day.
