All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

"If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have behaved so badly."

This statement is true.

But to put it bluntly, Qiu Lengyan herself was the one who couldn't read the room.

So she immediately became discouraged again, and in her heart she hoped that Jiang Tang would know that she was just using this as an excuse to talk to him, and not that she wanted to accuse him of anything.

"If you had known it was me, you wouldn't have been on stage..."

Jiang Tang shook his head.

"No, actually... I've thought about you recently, and I still want to see you."

"But you are my idol, so far away from me. How can I bridge that gap? That's the question that's been bothering me."

"You...miss me?"

Qiu Lengyan seemed somewhat incredulous.

But it was perfectly normal for her to miss Jiang Tang.

I think about Jiang Tang while eating, writing songs, working, and even when I drink a glass of milk before bed, I unconsciously think of him.

Now, Qiu Lengyan can only pray that Jiang Tang's image doesn't enter her dreams when she sleeps at night.

Otherwise... that must be a dream that's hard to talk about.

"Yes, I miss you. There's no reason, I just can't forget you."

Jiang Tang's statements were still half true and half false.

It's true that you can't forget something, but it's fake if you have no reason to say it.

"I washed the suit you gave me and put it in the closet."

"Although there are no formal occasions that require me to wear it, every time I open my closet, what inevitably comes to mind is the scene of you standing in front of me that day, very close to me, and you tying my tie for me."

"Perhaps from that moment on, I was moved by you. Do you know how I felt then?"

"..."

"There was once a star that shone for millions of people, but now, it shines only for me."

“I don’t know what makes me any different from those people, but I try my best to hope that the glimmer of light I’m looking at, that I can reach out to, is special, a light that belongs only to me.”

"You've lied to me again..." Qiu Lengyan's voice suddenly weakened.

In a sense, she was actually willing to believe that Jiang Tang hadn't lied to her.

Even if Jiang Tang lied to her, she worried that she would still be happy about it.

Jiang Tang remained silent for a moment, and Qiu Lengyan still dared not look at him, so she could only observe his expression through the mirror.

When Qiu Lengyan's pupils reflected that forlorn look, her heart suddenly clenched.

"Perhaps it's because I'm so bad that Miss Qiu doesn't believe me."

His sentences were interrupted, and no one knows what he wanted to call himself before Miss Nianqiu.

But Qiu Lengyan suddenly disliked this polite form of address.

That was terrible... Was it because of what I said on stage? Did it upset Jiang Tang?

"...Please don't say that. Actually, I want to apologize for what I said back then. I acted impulsively and it was a completely emotional outburst..."

"I'm sorry, I thought you were playing a trick on me. I didn't expect it to cause you any trouble."

Jiang Tang's expression softened slightly upon hearing Qiu Lengyan's apology, but the desolation in his eyes remained undiminished. He shook his head and smiled faintly.

Qiu Lengyan liked his smile, but not like this now...

I don't blame you.

"Just be more careful next time, my big star."

"Now that we've had a good chat, I should be going."

"Just like what I said when I left the stage, if you hate me, I'm sorry I'll leave soon."

Jiang Tang looked up and gazed deeply at Qiu Lengyan.

However, Qiu Lengyan was in the mirror, and his feelings and actions of not wanting to offend her were all seen by her, which made her feel even more conflicted.

—Who is your favorite idol?

"The autumn air is cold and misty."

In a daze, Qiu Lengyan suddenly recalled his response, an answer that only became more poignant upon reflection.

How many truths are only spoken when that person is not around?

But she didn't consider his feelings.

They only cared about venting their temper.

How painful must Jiang Tang have felt, leaving behind all the infamy at that moment?

It was as if that moment was repeating itself. Jiang Tang lowered his head, turned and left. The silhouette reflected in Qiu Lengyan's reddened eyes was strangely familiar.

If... if you just let him leave like this, Qiu Lengyan, you will definitely regret it later!

I can no longer tell whether it's my rational self or my emotional self that's shouting.

But for Qiu Lengyan, she couldn't find a reason to refute it, let alone... a way to deceive her own heart.

"Did it fail?" Jiang Tang thought with a hint of regret as he walked toward the door of the dressing room.

Because Qiu Lengyan is truly a very, very good woman.

A greedy person wouldn't let her get away.

An Qianxi's departure, and the news that he was a perfect gene recipient, simultaneously changed Jiang Tang's long-held beliefs.

He began to feel anxious and didn't want to continue suffering like that.

If losing something is extremely painful, then if gaining something brings even five points of happiness, one will stop at nothing to seize it.

Rational emotions and unwavering romance are rapidly fading away from Jiang Tang's heart.

Or perhaps it was hidden away, hidden by himself in some corner of his heart, so that it would never see the rain or the sun.

One of the strings broke.

—As long as they make me happy, why should I refuse them?

But there's still one thread holding us together.

—I still can't bring myself to throw myself at any stranger, but Qiu Lengyan, Liu Chuyun and the others are very nice, and even... Lilith.

The outstretched hand slowly rested on the doorknob.

Jiang Tang could easily unscrew it and leave with very little effort.

And he did just that, completely absorbed and oblivious to any noise.

The result was that when Jiang Tang was embraced by that trembling warmth, he was stunned for a long time.

He could no longer turn the doorknob in front of him, because a fair and soft hand covered the back of his hand, holding it tightly, refusing to let go or let him leave.

"I told you... don't go..."

Her voice was trembling with tears, making one's heart tremble slightly.

Her hug was as forceful as her tone, as if she feared something irretrievable, something missed and never to return.

"Why won't you listen to my voice? I'm calling you... Don't you like listening to my songs?"

"Why are you being so willful... Who's the girl here, you or me? I'm the one trying to win you back..."

"If you wanted to control me, then you've succeeded!"

"But I don't regret it, Jiang Tang... please don't go."

If the price of stubbornness is displacement and separation...

Qiu Lengyan admitted it in front of Jiang Tang.

I am just a fragile, pitiful woman who is always worried about losing things.

?094 I am your sun

They were won back.

This was truly an unexpected surprise for Jiang Tang.

He could only see the outward turmoil of a woman's body, but not the undercurrents within her heart.

As for whether this "turbulent waves" is serious or not, Jiang Tang can only say that serious people see things seriously, while unserious people see nothing seriously.

Jiang Tang, on the other hand, is not a very serious person.

Qiu Lengyan hugged him for a long, long time... refusing to let go.

Jiang Tang finally removed his hand from the doorknob, a helpless smile on his face.

"Then... I'll stay with you a little longer."

Qiu Lengyan managed to hum out a soft "Mmm..." through her nose.

“Why is my light so lovely?” Jiang Tang suddenly said.

"That beam of light that shines only on me..."

His smile was smug, which Qiu Lengyan could sense, but she didn't dislike it; she just muttered something under her breath, feigning slight annoyance.

"Bad guy..."

“If I were a bad person, I would selfishly let you shine only for me, but you are an idol, you are the moon in the sky, and when you shine, everyone can see it.”

"Can't I be your sun... shining only for you?"

The autumn chill and the misty air are melancholy.

"When I was an idol, I became the moon, but I know... that was the light reflected from the sun. Idols are commodities, and the moment I step onto the stage, I am no longer myself."

"The person I am in front of you is the real me."