The Entertainment Industry in Turmoil: Young Actresses All Want to Rise to the Top

Xuelu, the same private room.

The moment Shen Mo and Li Yitong pushed open the door, they saw Yang Mi already sitting inside.

Tea sets were laid out on the table, the water had just boiled, and white steam rose from the spout, dispersing into a thin wisp of smoke under the warm yellow light.

"Oh, you're here so early?" Li Yitong took off her coat and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down casually.

Yang Mi stood up, with a deliberate eagerness, took the bag from Li Yitong's hand, and then pulled out a chair for Shen Mo. Her movements were so quick that Li Yitong was surprised that she was meeting her for the first time.

"Have some tea, have some tea. I just brewed it, it's Lapsang Souchong. Your tea master taught me how to make it."

Shen Mo glanced at her, said nothing, sat down, picked up his teacup, and smelled it.

Li Yitong rolled her eyes.

"Honey, if you keep this up, I'm going to drag Shen Mo away with me."

Yang Mi paused for a moment.

"You're still putting on this act between us?" Li Yitong leaned back in her chair, a helpless smile in her crescent-shaped eyes.

Yang Mi paused for a second, then burst out laughing, her shoulders relaxed, and she was released from her tense state.

"Okay, I'll stop pretending."

She sat back down in her chair, picked up her teacup, took a sip, then put it down and pouted at Li Yitong.

"I was thinking of inviting you here today to hear your opinions, since I'm troubling you, so I was going to be a little more attentive. But who knew you wouldn't fall for that? Oh well, never mind."

Li Yitong smiled and said, "Don't I know what kind of person you are? Get to the point, don't beat around the bush."

Yang Mi turned to look at Shen Mo, her gaze filled with a rare seriousness.

"Shen Mo, I'd like to ask you to help me analyze whether I should sign Jiaxing's betting agreement."

In 2014, she co-founded Jiaxing with her agent Zeng Jia and assistant Zhao Ruoyao. However, due to funding issues, the company failed to achieve significant growth. To address this, Zeng Jia and Zhao Ruoyao proposed bringing in funding from Shangshi Pictures. Shangshi Pictures' requirements were simple: a performance-based agreement.

She didn't understand betting, but she had heard about the risks involved, so she was hesitant.

In her opinion, the biggest bigwig in the financial and capital circles that she could come into contact with was Shen Mo.

Therefore, we specifically asked Li Yitong for help in analyzing the situation.

Shen Mo put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and his expression remained unchanged.

"When you were a monk?"

"Okay." Yang Mi nodded. "A 300 million investment, with a three-year performance guarantee. If the net profit is less than 310 million, we will repurchase the shares at an annual return of 15%."

She spoke calmly, but her intertwined fingers tightened even more.

Li Yitong listened from the side, her brows furrowing slightly. She had talked to Yang Mi a few times before, and each time she advised her to "avoid gambling if possible," but Yang Mi would just smile and say, "I'll think about it some more."

Judging from her current demeanor, she's not just thinking about it, she's seriously considering it.

Shen Mo didn't rush to speak. He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and slowly put it down.

What are you thinking?

Yang Mi took a deep breath, as if to suppress all her hesitation.

"Yitong told me that I should avoid gambling if possible, and I know she meant well."

She paused, her gaze lingering on Li Yitong's face for a moment before returning to Shen Mo. "But... looking at the two of you, looking at Shishi, I..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.

Seeing her close friends become investors one by one, holding not only their acting fees but also equity, projects, and the power to make decisions, it would be a lie to say she wasn't tempted.

Yang Mi has been working in the entertainment industry for over a decade, rising from supporting roles to leading roles, from a young actress to a top star. She's seen it all, but she's never been on the table of capital before.

"I'd like you to help me analyze this in detail."

She spoke with an unusual seriousness in her voice.

Shen Mo nodded, offering neither judgment nor interruption.

"Then let me tell you about it."

He leaned forward, his tone shifting from casual conversation to analytical mode.

"Zeng Jia has probably told you about the benefits of betting many times already."

"For example, when 300 million yuan is raised, the valuation is increased, and Jiaxing goes from a small studio to a hot commodity in the eyes of the capital market overnight."

"With this money, you can expand your operations, sign new talent, and start projects. Everything seems perfect."

When Shen Mo said these words, there was no sarcasm in his tone; he was simply stating the facts.

But it was precisely this unemotional neutrality that made Yang Mi listen with exceptional clarity, because these words had been said so many times that she could practically recite them by heart.

"What about the downsides?" Shen Mo looked at her, his gaze not sharp, but direct. "Has anyone told you about the downsides?"

Yang Mi paused for two seconds, then said, "I've mentioned some things, but..."

She carefully chose her words, her fingers unconsciously twisting together. "I didn't explain it too clearly."

Shen Mo's lips curved slightly, forming a smile.

"Then let me explain it to you clearly."

He clasped his hands together on the table, leaning slightly forward, a little closer than before. This movement made Yang Mi subconsciously lean forward as well, as if afraid of missing something.

"Do you know who you are?"

Yang Mi frowned. Identity? What does that mean?

Shen Mo didn't keep them in suspense and continued.

"You are now a partner of Jiaxing and one of the bosses, but at the same time, you are also Jiaxing's top contracted actor."

He paused, looked into Yang Mi's eyes to make sure she was listening, and said, "In other words, you are Jiaxing's core asset."

Yang Mi pursed her lips slightly and tightened her grip on her fingers.

"Because your company probably doesn't have any other leading actors who can make money, right?"

That was a blunt remark. Yang Mi pouted and gave a bitter smile. "That's a bit harsh."

Shen Mo smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of apology, but more so of sincerity, "It's not hurtful, what I'm about to say will be even more hurtful."

"The bet is that you can earn 300 million in net profit over three years. It's a bet on whether you can earn 300 million in the next three years."

He held up one finger and highlighted the key point for Yang Mi.

"They will do the math: how many dramas Yang Mi films in a year, how many endorsements she takes on, how much revenue she can bring to the company—all your schedules and all your choices will be tied to this number."

He lowered his hand, his tone softening slightly.

"You want to make art films? Sure, but you have to make money. If you don't make money, that won't do. You want to take a break? No, at least not until the deal is done."

"During the betting period, every minute of your time is priced."

Yang Mi's lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Shen Mo didn't stop. "Besides earning those 300 million yourself, are there any other ways?"

Yang Mi looked up at him.

"Of course. We produce and sell our own products, plus milk for new recruits." Shen Mo said this lightly, but Yang Mi's heart sank.

"The likely future scenario is that Jiaxing will find scripts himself, film the movies himself, and use new actors he has signed. But what do you think the chances of such a production team succeeding?"

Yang Mi honestly shook her head, "Not much, you could even say there's almost no chance of winning."

She knows all too well how many dramas each year that boast "big IP + popular actors" flop silently, without even making a splash.

How long can a project last without a good production team and a mature cast?

Shen Mo nodded. "Therefore, you are crucial to increasing our chances of winning."

His tone was completely unexaggerated; he simply stated the facts in a straightforward manner. But it was precisely this calmness that sent a chill down Yang Mi's spine.

"Putting you in a production like this means that the producers, TV stations, and audiences will all pay more attention to the project because of your fame. This increases the chances of the film/TV series becoming a hit and the newcomer becoming a star."

He paused for a moment, giving Yang Mi time to process what he had said.

"But how does this affect you?"

Yang Mi did not answer. She had a rough idea of ​​what Shen Mo was going to say, but she did not want to say it herself.

Shen Mo didn't wait for her answer. "My opinion is that the probability of a series of hit shows is almost zero, but the probability of a series of bad shows is very high."

He looked at Yang Mi with unwavering eyes and said, "When the time comes, you, Yang Mi, will be the new generation's queen of bad movies."

There was a moment of silence in the private room when those words were spoken.

Yang Mi's fingers stopped twisting and froze in place.

"The profit target for the bet is 3.1 million."

Shen Mo's voice returned to its previous rhythm.

"If you don't promote newcomers and don't make bad dramas, after deducting the money that other newcomers might earn, you'll have to shoulder at least 70% or 80% of the remaining burden."

"You need to help Jiaxing earn more than 200 million, plus your own share, your income should be 400 to 500 million over three years."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, if you choose to promote newcomers and produce bad dramas, you'll still need to earn four or five hundred million in three years."

"Or you're confident that Jiaxing can cultivate several A-list stars in three years."

His lips curled slightly. If Dilraba were still with Jiaxing, perhaps they would still have hope, but now, even that hope is gone.

"In addition, you can also earn the crown of Queen of Bad Movies."

Yang Mi didn't laugh, because she couldn't laugh.

"Most importantly..."

Shen Mo's tone suddenly turned serious. "If the bet is successful, how much will you get?"

Yang Mi raised her head.

"I have a general understanding of Jiaxing's equity structure. Your shareholding ratio is only 15%, which is not the highest."

He paused for a moment and looked into Yang Mi's eyes.

"If the bet is successful and the company's valuation doubles, you will have contributed the most, but you will not be the biggest beneficiary."

The private room was so quiet that you could hear the bubbles popping in the teapot.

"It's them."

When Shen Mo said those two words, his tone was devoid of any emotion.

"Moreover, even if the company's valuation doubles, whether it's fifty or a hundred times, it will be very difficult for you to withdraw your funds, and they won't allow you to do so."

Yang Mi frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You are the only pillar. With you here, a valuation of 30 to 50 times earnings is acceptable. Without you, the valuation of 30 to 50 times earnings will instantly be cut by a zero."

Shen Mo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down. "Do you think Jiaxing, or rather Shangshi, would let you withdraw your shares and cash out?"

Yang Mi opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She suddenly remembered something. At the end of last year, Zeng Jia had talked to her about equity, saying, "The valuation hasn't gone up yet, so your shares aren't worth much. But once the performance-based agreement is completed and the valuation doubles, your shares will be worth a lot of money."

At the time, she thought it made sense, but now, looking back, she realizes that there was much more to it than she had imagined.

The private room fell silent.

Yang Mi lowered her head, looking at her intertwined fingers, lost in thought.

Li Yitong listened from the side without interrupting.

She leaned back in her chair, holding a teacup in her hand. She knew that Yang Mi had thought about what Shen Mo was talking about, but she had never been willing to think about it in depth.

Now someone has torn down the facade, revealing the naked calculation of self-interest beneath the veil of "for the company's development."

She glanced at Shen Mo, and Shen Mo happened to look over as well; their eyes met briefly in the air.

"What if...we fail?" Yang Mi's voice was a little hoarse, as if something was stuck in her throat.

Shen Mo did not hesitate, "If the bet fails, you will need to repurchase Shangshi's shares at an annualized rate of return of 15%. The principal of 300 million yuan, plus three years of compound interest, will amount to about 400 million yuan."

"Jiaxing can't come up with this money, and neither can the other two. As a shareholder, you need to bear joint liability."

He paused for a moment and looked into Yang Mi's eyes.

"At that time, you won't just lose equity, but all the money you've earned over the years, or even more."

Yang Mi pursed her lips into a thin line.

"Because you still need to work in the entertainment industry, you can't afford to be labeled a deadbeat. You have to come up with this amount of money to make compensation."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and gave Yang Mi time to digest his words.

The kettle stopped bubbling; the water had boiled away, and a faint hissing sound came from the bottom, like some kind of silent warning.

Li Yitong reached out and turned off the power. The sound disappeared, and the private room became completely quiet.

"They..." Yang Mi finally spoke, her voice very soft, "They are not like that."

She herself didn't have confidence when she said those words.

Shen Mo neither refuted nor nodded. He simply looked at Yang Mi with a calm gaze, so calm that Yang Mi felt she had been seen through.

"Maybe not," he said, "but have you asked them?"

Yang Mi was stunned for a moment.

"Did you ask them how much your shares would be worth if the bet succeeded? How much would their shares be worth? If the bet fails, how much capital have they prepared to share the burden? Where do you fit into their future plans?"

Several problems, each lighter than the last, but each heavier than the last.

Yang Mi did not answer.

Shen Mo stood up, picked up his coat draped over the back of the chair, and said, "I'm going out for some fresh air. You guys chat."

He glanced at Li Yitong, who nodded slightly.

Shen Mo pushed the door open and walked out. The sound of the door closing was very soft, but to Yang Mi, it was like a heavy blow.

Only two people remained in the private room. Li Yitong didn't rush to speak. She picked up the teapot, took the thermos on the table, refilled it, and pressed the switch. The kettle started heating up again, emitting a soft humming sound.

She sat back down and looked at Yang Mi, who was still looking down with her shoulders slightly slumped.

Li Yitong didn't urge her, but just sat quietly.

"Tongtong, how did you make that decision back then?"

Li Yitong thought for a moment, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"I didn't think that much. I only had one thought at the time: to follow Shen Mo. I would do whatever he told me to do, and I wouldn't do what he told me not to do."

Yang Mi looked up at her, her gaze complex. "You trust him that much?"

Li Yitong met her gaze, her crescent-shaped eyes curving upwards. "He has never let me lose."

Yang Mi was silent for a few seconds, then gave a wry smile. "I don't have someone like that."

Li Yitong reached out and placed her hand on the back of the hand that was holding the teacup.

You have yourself.

Yang Mi was stunned for a moment. Li Yitong's hands were so warm that her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

"Sister Mi, you got to where you are today not because of Jiaxing, not because of the bet, not because of anyone."

Li Yitong's voice was very soft, "You've always relied on yourself. You became famous not because you signed with anyone, but because the audience wanted to see you."

Yang Mi lowered her head, a tear slid from her eye and fell into the teacup, creating a tiny ripple.

Li Yitong didn't say anything more, but just held her hand and sat quietly.

A few minutes later, Shen Mo pushed open the door and walked back in.

The moment the door opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in with him, carrying the scent of snow and withered leaves from the yard.

Yang Mi raised her head, her eyes still a little red, but her gaze was no longer as unfocused as before.

She looked at Shen Mo, her chin slightly raised, with a hint of stubbornness.

"Shen Mo, President Shen."

She called him twice, once with his full name and once with a respectful title, as if confirming what attitude she should use when she spoke next.

"Since you've helped me analyze this so accurately, I'd like to trouble you a little more and point out a way out for me."

Shen Mo sat back in his chair, looked at Yang Mi, and smiled slightly.

"You're Yitong's best friend, so don't be so polite."

He placed his hands folded on the table, his posture relaxed.

"I have three paths here: upper, middle, and lower. You can use them as a reference."

Yang Mi leaned forward slightly, looking at him intently.

Yang Mi leaned forward slightly, looking at him intently.

"The bottom lane is also the simplest way out."

"I just won't sign this performance-based agreement; I'll stay with Jiaxing and remain a minority shareholder."

"They can't force you to mentor newcomers, nor can they force you to make bad movies."

"Take whatever roles you're supposed to take, and earn whatever money you're supposed to earn."

Yang Mi pursed her lips; this was indeed the simplest way.

However, his influence in Jiaxing will not increase at all; he will always be an artist shareholder, not a real boss.

Because in Zeng Jia and the others' planned future, they see themselves as just a player, not the one making the moves.

Shen Mo continued speaking.

"Mid lane, come out and go solo."

"Be a proper boss. Recruit and train new people, and develop your business gradually. After more than ten years in this industry, you'll have no shortage of connections, resources, or experience."

Yang Mi's expression froze for a moment.

She knew very well that going solo meant she would have to start from scratch, build a team, find an office, arrange projects, and attract investment, and she would have to personally take care of everything.

I am not Li Yitong; there is no one behind me who paves the way for me.

The only person you can rely on is yourself.

Yang Mi looked at Shen Mo, nodded, and gave a bitter smile.

Shen Mo glanced at her and continued.

"Let's go."

He paused, not continuing immediately, but turned to look at Li Yitong.

Li Yitong met Shen Mo's gaze, a knowing glint in her crescent-shaped eyes, then pursed her lips and nodded.

Shen Mo turned around and looked at Yang Mi.

"You're leaving Jiaxing and joining Chenxi."

Yang Mi's expression went blank for a moment, not from shock, but from bewilderment.

"Dawn?" she repeated, her brows furrowing.

Li Yitong smiled, her crescent-shaped eyes crinkling, her tone light and cheerful as if she were talking about something perfectly normal.

"My best friend Tian Xiwei's company."

Yang Mi's brows furrowed even more.

Tian Xiwei, the girl who terminated her contract with Mohen and started her own company just after turning eighteen.

Recently, news about her has been flooding the internet. Some say she is ungrateful, others say she has been subtly blacklisted by Mohen, and various versions are circulating widely.

"Is this the company founded by Tian Xiwei, the one that reportedly left Mohen?"

Yang Mi's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, "Didn't you say you two had a falling out, and that Mohen had even given her a soft ban?"

Shen Mo shook his head, a hint of helplessness in the curve of his lips. "It's just a rumor."

He didn't explain further; Yang Mi was a smart person, and that was enough.

"If you join, you won't have to worry about funding or scripts there."

"In terms of funding, Chenxi currently has 200 million yuan in cash flow, which is enough to support three to five medium-sized projects."

Regarding the script...

Shen Mo glanced at Li Yitong, who nodded slightly.

"Regarding the script, Mohen will continue to provide output. The project exchanges between Chenxi and Mohen will not change because of whether you join or not."

Yang Mi's eyes changed.

She understood the subtext of those words: Chenxi wasn't just being supported by Tian Xiwei alone; Mohen was behind it.

Funding, scripts, channels, resources—what Mohen can give to Chenxi, it can also give to those who join Chenxi.

"It's only a matter of time before Dawn grows big."

Shen Mo spoke these words calmly, but the certainty in his tone was more convincing than any grand and impassioned promise.

Yang Mi was silent for a few seconds, then tapped her fingers lightly twice on the table.

"And what about the shares?"

Shen Mo's lips curved slightly; asking this question meant she was genuinely considering it.

"How many shares you get depends on your communication with Tian Xiwei and how determined you are."

Yang Mi frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The shares you can get are naturally different depending on whether you go there on your own or with a bunch of resources and a bunch of new artists."

Yang Mi's fingers stopped.

These words were like a key, unlocking a room in her mind that had always been closed.

She is not alone; she holds many advantages: her influence, her resources, the connections she has built up over a decade in the industry, and the newcomers who follow her.

If she leaves, she can take some of these things with her.

Shen Mo didn't say anything more, picked up his teacup and took a sip, giving her space to think.

Yang Mi slowly turned her head and looked at Li Yitong.

Her brows were still furrowed, but the confusion in her eyes had mostly faded, replaced by a serious, almost solemn, scrutiny.

"Tongtong, this Tian Xiwei..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear: Are you sure? Can a girl who has just turned eighteen handle this?

Li Yitong did not answer directly. She put down her teacup, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved up, revealing her signature crescent-shaped eyes.

"Sister Honey," her voice was soft but earnest, "Do you believe me?"

Yang Mi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "What else can I say after you've put it that way?"

"Of course I believe you, otherwise why would I have come looking for you?"

"You wouldn't lie to me like that. With your wealth, Li Yitong, I could easily afford to buy a dozen of them."

"That's fine then. You'll know the rest when you see Tian'er."

Yang Mi took a deep breath, leaned back in her chair, and looked up at the light on the ceiling. The light made her squint.

A few seconds later, she sat up straight, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay." She put down the cup, the bottom of it hitting the table with a crisp sound. "I'll go back and think about it. Once I've figured it out, I'll contact you."

Yang Mi stood up, picked up her bag, and paused at the door, turning to look at the two of them.

"Thank you all for today."

Li Yitong stood up, walked over, gently hugged her from behind, and then let go.

Yang Mi's shoulders trembled slightly before she opened the door and went out.

Li Yitong stood at the door, watching her figure disappear at the end of the corridor, then turned around and sat down at the table.

"What do you think she will choose?" she asked, looking at Shen Mo.

Shen Mo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "She will choose to go."

"Are you so sure?"

Shen Mo put down his cup, a slight smile curving his lips. "She was already hesitant, otherwise she wouldn't have come to you to ask me."

"Besides, she even asked about the shares."

Li Yitong thought for a moment, then smiled, "That's true. When you don't ask about the money, you're hesitant; when you ask about the money, you really want to do it."

She picked up the teapot, poured Shen Mo another cup, and then poured herself one. The steam rose again, weaving a thin layer of white mist between the two of them.

"However, you really are..."

Li Yitong didn't continue speaking. She picked up her teacup and took a sip, not wanting to appear stingy.

When has Li Yitong ever cared about these things?

It's perfectly normal for Shen Mo to be nice to Tian Xiwei. If Shen Mo weren't nice to Tian Xiwei, she would be worried.

Shen Mo looked at her without replying, waiting for her to finish speaking.

Li Yitong put down her teacup, her crescent-shaped eyes curving back into crescents. "Aren't you afraid that Tian'er will find out you've interfered again and have a fight with her?"

Shen Mo's finger paused on the teacup for a moment. "I'm afraid."

Li Yitong raised an eyebrow, "Then why are you still..."

"But she needs it."

Shen Mo looked at Li Yitong and smiled.

"She needs someone to help her break through this situation, and I know she won't speak up."

So I sent it to her.

Li Yitong looked at him, her crescent-shaped eyes reflecting Shen Mo's profile, the lamplight casting a faint outline on his face.

"Do you know why she doesn't want to see you?" Her voice softened.

Shen Mo did not speak.

"She doesn't want you to feel like she can't live without you."

Li Yitong pouted, sighed, her voice filled with heartache and a touch of helplessness.

"But she just couldn't survive."

"She's not the right person to be a boss."

"She's too soft-hearted and too stubborn. She wants to shoulder everything herself, but she can't shoulder anything. If you let her go out and make her way in the world alone, she'll spend all her energy fighting against herself."

"The key issue is that she doesn't know how to run a company."

The private room was quiet for a while.

"So that's why you sent Xu Yiruo and Gong Yuhan to Chenxi." Li Yitong looked up at him, "And Yang Mi too."

She didn't use a question; instead, she was stating a fact that she had already seen through.

"She thinks she's working independently, but in reality, you're the one pushing her forward step by step."

Shen Mo smiled slightly, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"We have to find something for her to do."

He spoke softly, "Otherwise, if she keeps getting caught up in the entanglement of past and present lives, she will never be able to get over that mental hurdle."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Instead of letting her die alone in that city, it's better to give her a new city, so she has something to do, something to aim for, and something to look forward to. Once she's busy, she won't have time to think about those other things."

Li Yitong looked up at him, her gaze slowly softening.

Then, as if she had lost her bones, she collapsed into his arms and closed her eyes.

It nuzzled its head against his shoulder, finding a comfortable position, like a cat that had finally found its nest.

Shen Mo hugged her, adjusted his position to make her more comfortable, and then ran his fingers through her hair, gently stroking behind her ear.

"I did this not so that Tian'er would owe me a favor, but so that Chenxi could truly stand up."

Li Yitong closed her eyes and hummed in agreement, signaling him to continue.

"With Yang Mi joining, Chenxi is no longer just Tian Xiwei's small workshop; it's a company with top artists, resources, and a strong foundation."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Besides, you and she have too many resources in the entertainment industry."

"We can't possibly spend all of Ink Trace's money, nor can we possibly consume it all ourselves. If we try to eat too much of it all by ourselves, we'll really become the target of everyone's criticism."

Li Yitong's eyelashes trembled, but she did not open her eyes.

"But if you don't spend it all, it will expire in 25 years."

Shen Mo's tone carried a hint of helpless laughter, "The benefits of those memories are not endless."

"The best hand we have is from these past few years. If we play it, it's a winning hand; if we hold onto it, it's just worthless paper."

He paused for a moment, then gently patted her shoulder twice with his fingers.

"Actually, before, I had thought about how to set up a branch company that was not officially related to us, but was under our control, to utilize these resources."

"This idea has been on my mind for almost a year, but I haven't found a suitable candidate yet."

He reached out and brushed a few stray hairs from Li Yitong's face, tucking them behind her ears to reveal her smooth forehead and closed crescent-shaped eyes.

"Xiaotian's actions now perfectly align with my thoughts."

Shen Mo smiled and gently kissed her eyelids. When his lips touched her skin, he could feel her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Li Yitong remained silent for a long time, then sighed, "You always think so far ahead when you do things."

Shen Mo didn't say anything, but simply hugged her a little tighter.

"What if one day Xiaotian finds out that she has been caught in your trap all along?"

Li Yitong opened one eye, the crescent-shaped eye reflecting the bright light from above. "You can just wait to die."

Shen Mo laughed, "So be it, let's just wait to die."

"Anyway, not today."

Li Yitong rolled her eyes, closed them again, and buried her face in his chest.

"Go ahead and do what you want." Her voice grew softer and softer.

"One day, when things go wrong, don't beg me."

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