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anwhile, in a high-end apartnt in Kyoto, soone unlocked a door.
Upon entering, the air was thick with the sll of alcohol, perating the room and almost saturating every item.
“Sisi! Why did you drink so much again?”
No response.
Sister Zhu sighed, stepping over the threshold into the living room, unsurprised to find her artist.
The glamorous, spirited starlet on screen was now sprawled on the sofa, unconscious.
The floor around her was littered with beer cans, forming a precarious mound.
So were empty shells, others unopened, waiting for their mont, and a few half-drunk cans lay on the floor, spilling golden liquid and filling the air with a strong alcoholic scent.
The ss resembled the aftermath of a wild party, with her as the main attraction.
Sister Zhu called out twice more, but there was no response from Qiao Sisi.
She resorted to shaking her, finally seeing her open her eyes.
Sister Zhu felt a glimr of hope, ready to speak, but the next second, Qiao Sisi closed her eyes again, unwilling to face anyone.
“What’s wrong with you? Why did you co back from vacation even more down?”
This puzzled Sister Zhu.
Qiao Sisi had been like this for nearly two weeks.
Sleeping by day, drinking with friends or alone by night, constantly trying to drown herself in alcohol, never sober.
She ignored company engagents, film commitnts, and even variety shows.
Asked about her situation, she would cry.
Sister Zhu dared not press further, letting her be.
But this was dangerous for a rising star.
Disappear too long, and people forget, leading to lost opportunities.
So today, Sister Zhu was determined to pull Qiao Sisi back, not let her spiral further.
Unfortunately, her words were like a ball kicked away, with no one to catch it.
Sister Zhu’s face hardened, her tone growing cold.
“Sisi, if you don’t want to stay in showbiz, just say so. We can part ways, end the contract.”
It was the first ti Sister Zhu spoke so sternly to Qiao Sisi.
It succeeded in making her open her eyes again.
Qiao Sisi stared at Sister Zhu, her eyes welling up.
Her voice was hoarse as she spoke.
“I haven’t.”
Sister Zhu thought: Thank goodness you haven’t; it was just a provocation.
But she didn’t show it, maintaining a stern look, though her voice softened, like a teacher coaxing a child to eat.
“Good, everyone has tough tis; I understand.”
Sister Zhu gently patted Qiao Sisi’s head.
“But we have to eat, right? You can’t keep going like this.”
“Even going out for a break would help.”
The manager’s kindness brought tears to Qiao Sisi’s eyes.
She hugged Sister Zhu, sobbing.
“I lost the most important thing; it hurts so much!”
Sister Zhu guessed it was Fang Zhou’s disappearance causing her despair.
She gently patted the star’s thin back, soothing her, “It’ll pass; ti heals all.”
“Rest well these days, and we’ll start work next week, okay?”
Sister Zhu felt generous, giving her a week to recover.
In a week, Qiao Sisi had to reappear publicly.
Qiao Sisi nodded, wiping her tears.
This ti, the tears were genuine.
Her recent despair was real, using alcohol to numb herself, avoiding thoughts of Fang Zhou.
She regretted entrusting him to Chu Xinran.
If she’d watched him, he wouldn’t have vanished.
They both sent teams to search, but the vast grasslands and nightti predators hindered them.
Locals said, “Can’t find him! Maybe he froze and got eaten!”
Qiao Sisi and Chu Xinran didn’t believe it, searching for days.
But they returned empty-handed, disappointed.
mories of Fang Zhou beca knives, each recollection cutting her deeply.
Regret, frustration, and guilt overwheld her, preventing recovery.
“Alright, take a shower, and we’ll go out for a nice al, okay?”
“Okay, thank you, Sister Zhu.”
“Oh, no need for thanks!”
Sister Zhu ordered housekeeping and sent Qiao Sisi to freshen up.
The star finally rose from the sofa, heading to her room for clothes.
After her shower, her phone buzzed with ssages.
Qiao Sisi picked it up, stunned.
A loyal fan had ssaged her.
In her early days, this fan encouraged her, so she kept their contact.
Now, the ssage made Qiao Sisi grateful she hadn’t deleted them.
The fan said, “Sisi, I know you like Fang Zhou, but he’s gone. Maybe find soone similar! I heard soone saw a Fang Zhou lookalike at XX Villa!”
The star’s eyes glead with madness and joy, her hands trembling with excitent, as if hit by a windfall.
Qiao Sisi thought: Maybe it’s not just a lookalike, but the real Fang Zhou.
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