When Fei Xi returned to the city where he had lived for 16 years to continue his studies, Gu Ci was making a fuss about wanting to star in a drama. “It's just a simple school romance. Why won't you let me do it? You're my agent, so why did you give the script to someone else without telling me?”
Su Min'en was stumped by this unexpected career dilemma. She couldn't understand why someone usually so rational and composed was being so difficult now. “You're in your final year of high school. Your studies should come first. Besides, it's a low-budget production, made by college graduates fresh out of school. They can't even find investors, so it has no real prospects. Where did your good judgment and sense go? Think it over!”
The next day, sitting in class, he thought back over the plot of that lousy little drama. He clearly remembered that most of the script described things he had experienced, things he and a former friend had been through together. Already irritated, Gu Ci learned that a transfer student would be joining his class, which only annoyed him more. Then he looked up. Well, would you look at that! It was his old friend, who had also written that lousy little drama!
To Fei Xi, Gu Ci was the only green plant in a vast desert.
To Gu Ci, Fei Xi was a handful of sand he could never hold on to, no matter how hard he tried.
Luckily, green plants keep the sand in place. So what if he couldn't hold on? As long as Fei Xi could hold on to Gu Ci, that was enough.
I feel pretty good