Yuran pushed the mirror he handed her back in anger, "You better stop talking to , I’m afraid I can’t control myself, and I might just slap you."
"Not only did you inherit soone’s body, but also their violence?" Qi Younian quickly stowed the mirror away and said earnestly, "What do you think I brought the mirror for? Isn’t it because of your bad habits?"
Yuran: "Oh my god, are we even talking about the sa thing? Did I beco several years younger, and the generation gap between us also increased by a lot?"
Qi Younian: "...you’ll make lose my patience."
"Giant baby, should I coddle you?"
Qi Younian shuddered at the words ’giant baby,’ his body goosebumping, "No, no, no, please don’t, I...can’t take it, just go to sleep!"
Yuran: "..."
During the many hours of the flight, Yuran slept in a daze until Qi Younian woke her up as they were about to disembark.
There was soone to pick them up in Marseille, one each for her and Bo Yan.
On the way back to the hotel, the driver, a young Frenchman, engaged them in interesting small talk. Most of it was handled by Qi Younian, as Yuran suffered from a bad habit—she always had trouble adapting when she traveled abroad.
She needed ti to adapt.
On the plane, her reaction wasn’t very strong, but now that they were off the plane and the car jostled a bit, she felt terribly uncomfortable and looked completely lethargic.
Resting her head against the back of the seat and squinting her eyes, she gleaned quite a bit of information from the conversation between Qi Younian and the driver.
It turned out that a group had arrived here yesterday, also from their production crew.
Three n and two won, the talkative driver was quickly coaxed into revealing quite a lot by Qi Younian.
Qi Younian had been paying attention to her, initially thinking she was just not awake, but when he saw her complexion turn a bit pale, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Is your chronic problem acting up?"
Yuran nodded, "A bit."
Qi Younian asked the driver to slow down, explaining that his artist wasn’t feeling well.
mory then brought him back many years to a scene when he had accompanied Fu Yuran to Barcelona for a shoot, which was also the only ti when Fu Yuran, not wanting to trouble those around her, had suppressed her discomfort.
After seventeen consecutive hours of shooting, she was already exhausted both physically and ntally, yet she endured.
He was the first to notice sothing was wrong and was about to suggest the crew take a break, but Fu Yuran refused, saying that it would delay the next schedule and everyone’s ti was precious.
By that ti, Fu Yuran was already a big movie star, holding four Best Actress trophies, fully entitled to act like a diva.
But she didn’t...
Back then, Fu Yuran’s ashen face slowly overlapped with Yuran’s current pale face, and Qi Younian’s voice trembled slightly, "You really have always been like this."
Realizing what he was thinking, Yuran smiled slightly, "How have I always been?"
Qi Younian, "Stubborn to death..."
Yuran burst into laughter, "Qi Younian, don’t be mad, tis are different now, I’ll rest properly."
Qi Younian raised an eyebrow, "Will you?"
"Now I don’t need to support so many people, do I need to push myself so hard? Do you need to support you?"
Qi Younian bristled, "Who needs your support, don’t talk nonsense, close your eyes and rest properly."
"Hehe..."
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