The whole internet was trying to guess who the “benefactor” was that actor Qi Ji had never mentioned.
That is, until the awards ceremony livestream, when a hater pressed him: “Is it true that all your early opportunities came from a wealthy patron surnamed Jiang?”
Qi Ji looked into the camera and suddenly smiled.
“It's true. So, Jiang Lin, how much of this trophy are you taking as your cut?”
The whole country erupted.
The names of two men who had long since lost touch were once again bound tightly together.
Back to the beginning.
Qi Ji still had grime from his day job under his fingernails. Dressed in a cheap suit, he poured wine for him with trembling hands.
Jiang Lin glanced only at the wine stain, as if it were a puddle by the roadside.
Back then, he was a moon-maker who spent money like water, while Qi Ji was a dust-covered stone in need of saving.
A transaction, understood without a word.
Later, Qi Ji was a dream Jiang Lin was desperate to escape, while Jiang Lin was a new king reborn from the ashes.
He said, “I loved you, just like they did. I was simply more stubborn, stubborn enough to turn you into someone just like me.”
“Congratulations, Jiang Lin.” In a place where no one could see, Qi Ji slipped a ring onto his finger and said softly,
“You've finally learned that love isn't a commodity.”
I once hated you like a moon hanging beyond my reach.
Only later did I understand: what I had to do was become another moon,
to stand beside you, or make you fall.
Content warning!!! Messy melodrama, and the wealthy patron is a total scumbag!
