A top male star suffered from stomach bleeding, which made the whole network feel heartbroken.
Only my sister knew: what he lacked was not heat, but a bowl of porridge without onions.
What she signed was a life stewardship contract, not a love contract.
Don't chase stars, don't take pictures, don't talk about relationships, just make sure he eats on time and sleeps well.
Her ex was selling out because of his popularity, and paparazzi surrounded the apartment. She handed over the termination letter: "According to Article 6 of the contract, it's time for me to leave."
He tore up his endorsement contract and tweeted:
"My sister, no one can touch her."
There is no grand love between middle-aged people, only two broken souls, seeing each other and healing each other through restraint and professionalism.
