Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze fall upon her.

Yang Mi was jolted awake from that extremely depressing state of mind.

She turned her head slightly.

On this windy evening.

In the distance, in this apocalyptic scene where scorching ashes fly everywhere.

She saw Li Mo'an beside her.

Li Mo'an was standing less than a meter away from her.

He was still carrying that very ordinary-looking farm hoe in his hand.

The towering flames illuminated his profile, casting a long, slanted shadow.

The surrounding area was filled with the noise of the county head, the county magistrate, and Wang Dafa making phone calls.

Those voices were filled with a sense of acceptance of death.

As Yang Mi listened to those voices, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside her.

She knew that none of them might survive the day.

In these final moments of life, all identities lose their meaning.

She looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, a sad expression on her face.

She turned her head and met Li Mo'an's gaze.

Li Mo'an was looking at him.

His expression was calm.

But Yang Mi noticed that his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Then, he glanced at Wang Dafa, who was glaring and shouting beside him, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He just stood there, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Seeing Li Mo'an's reaction, Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat.

What was he trying to say?

A thought popped into Yang Mi's mind.

In this certain death, what words could be too difficult to utter?

Having worked in the entertainment industry for so many years, Yang Mi has met all sorts of people and acted in countless dramas about life and death.

She was all too familiar with that look and that posture.

This is a struggle of suppressing a heavy emotion deep in one's heart, wanting to express it at the end of life, but being afraid to speak out because of some kind of concern.

Yang Mi's mind began to race.

She recalled the special relationship between the two of them.

The two families are old friends.

According to seniority, Li Mo'an should indeed call her aunt.

Although they are not related by blood, she is still my aunt.

Yang Mi looked at the young man who was eight or nine years younger than her.

Looking at his handsome face.

Could it be that...?

Yang Mi felt a slight tremor in her heart.

She felt that Li Mo'an must think he was about to die and wanted to reveal the secret hidden deep in his heart.

But then he saw the leaders around him who were bravely facing their deaths.

He feared that saying anything sentimental at this tragic moment would spoil the atmosphere.

He was even more afraid that his aunt would reject him, leaving him with regrets as he left this world.

Yang Mi sighed silently in her heart.

In the final moments of her life, Yang Mi seemed to have fewer reservations.

She completely forgot about her usual boss-like attitude.

Since we're all going to die anyway, what's a little sacrifice to help this poor young man?

She turned around and faced Li Mo'an directly.

The sorrowful beauty on her face deepened.

The surrounding heatwave rolled in, blowing her long hair.

"Mo'an."

Yang Mi spoke softly, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the wind.

She took half a step forward.

"If there's anything you want to say to me, just tell me."

Yang Mi's eyes softened considerably.

She looked into Li Mo'an's eyes, her tone carrying a sense of worldly wisdom and detachment.

Li Mo'an was slightly taken aback.

He was just about to open his mouth.

Yang Mi reached out a hand and gently patted Li Mo'an's shoulder.

The movements were extremely gentle, as if soothing a frightened child.

Clearly, she had completely misunderstood.

"I know you young people all have illicit thoughts about your aunt."

Yang Mi made a surprising statement.

When she said those words, she didn't even dare to look Li Mo'an in the eye.

She looked into the distance at the burning scene.

She was completely immersed in the deathbed romance script she had written.

She continued speaking, her voice growing softer and softer.

"I also read novels online from time to time."

"I've read about it in the novel."

"Especially my beautiful aunt."

As Yang Mi spoke, her cheeks actually felt a little hot.

"Besides, we're not related by blood."

"You young people all have wonderful fantasies."

"That's normal, Auntie understands."

As Yang Mi spoke, she withdrew her hand from Li Mo'an's shoulder.

She lowered her head.

Immediately, she took a deep breath, finally raised her head, and looked directly at Li Mo'an.

"You want to confess your feelings to your aunt, right?"

An unusual light flickered in her eyes.

A blush appeared on her face.

Under the orange-red firelight, that crimson hue stood out even more.

This usually powerful woman who dominates the Chinese entertainment industry was surprisingly hesitant at this moment.

Her hands were nervously twisted together in front of her.

She didn't even dare to look Li Mo'an in the eye with her calm gaze.

She turned her head to look at the sea of ​​fire that was about to engulf them.

"actually......"

Yang Mi bit her lower lip, her voice barely audible.

She seemed to be going through an extremely difficult internal struggle.

In the end, she decided to give herself and Li Mo'an a happy ending without any regrets in the last moments of her life.

"Actually, it's not impossible for me to agree."

Yang Mi's words revealed a shy yet resolute air of fearlessness.

She closed her eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the firelight.

She was prepared to pour out all the jumbled emotions in her heart during this apocalyptic moment.

"Actually, from a very early time on, I..."

Yang Mi's voice carried a trembling tone, as if she was about to reach a climax.

however.

She hadn't even finished delivering her lines, which were like something out of an 8 PM soap opera.

A flat, monotone voice came through.

"Well, what I really want to say is that I do have a way."

Li Mo'an interrupted her calmly.

Yang Mi's voice caught in her throat.

The second half of that sentence was abruptly swallowed back.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Yang Mi was stunned.

The blush was still on her face.

He stood there, completely stunned.

His face looked like a ripe apple.