When my top ex-boyfriend cried bitterly for me on a variety show and the whole Internet was urging me to return to him, I was sitting in my boyfriend's funeral car, eating sweet and sour pork ribs made by him.
Fans called me blind and said Zhou Yan's career was "unlucky". They didn't know that when the bastards were surrounded, it was Zhou Yan's car that kept them at arm's length; when there was online violence, it was his lawyer's letter that silenced the trolls collectively.
My ex-boyfriend lit up the city for me with his drone show and promised me that he would be trending forever.
But Zhou Yan only said in my ear: "Go home, the soup is getting cold."
Everyone thought I had chosen to give in.
It wasn't until a sudden crisis occurred that Zhou Yan used his professional instinct to protect me. Only then did the entire network see clearly who was the one who could truly bring stability to the world.
The flashy oaths are deafening, but the fireworks in the world take root.
I finally chose the one who could make me eat every meal with peace of mind.
Intent: In an era where traffic is paramount, the sobriety to protect inner order is itself a kind of power.