When the phone screen lit up, I was sitting on the edge of the rooftop with my legs dangling in the air.
It became the first hot search topic. Zhou Yanqing's studio issued a statement saying that they had broken up with me, and the picture was a still of him and the heroine of the new drama. The copy was written affectionately: "Thank you for your concern. We are indeed over. I hope both of us can find a more suitable person."
Everyone in the comments section congratulated him on his escape from suffering.
"We finally broke up. How can that Lin Mo be worthy of brother Yan Qing?"
"A girl from an ordinary family also wants to marry an actor? It's just a dream."
"It feels like Best Actor Zhou was obsessed with her before, but now he finally figured it out."
I stared at the comments for three minutes, then turned my phone over and clasped it next to me. The bottom of my feet was twenty stories high, and it was quite cold from the wind, but I didn't move. It's not because I can't think about it, but I just want to sit down for a while. I have been with Zhou Yanqing since I was a junior in college. It has been six years since I gave him my great youth. I worked as a free assistant for him, protected him from negative fans, and made soup at three o'clock in the middle of the night and delivered it to the crew.
