The day after Xu Lin became an award-winning actor, the System told me I’d successfully completed my mission and asked if I wanted to go home.
It was my tenth year pursuing him, and our seventh year together.
Everyone knew Xu Lin had a manager who followed him around like a lovesick puppy. Quite a few people also knew I was his official girlfriend.
But the person Xu Lin thanked in his speech last night wasn’t me. It was his first love, who’s currently embroiled in a messy divorce.
“Yang Tong, if you won’t help handle Weiwei’s PR, I’ll do it myself.”
“It was just a thank-you. Why are you being so petty? As my manager, you should be more generous.”
But those words had been our comfort through all those days when nobody cared about us. They were also the promise Xu Lin made when he confessed to me.
He said that the day he became an award-winning actor, he would announce to the whole world that I was the one he loved.
And now he wanted me to be generous?
“I’m going home,” I replied.
“Only an idiot would stay.”
