"Yifei, I didn't expect that in order to save me, you actually dated someone you didn't like at all for two years."
"Then do you blame me?"
"No, not at all. On the contrary, I'm so happy. It turns out you care about me so much."
In the theater dressing room, a slender and elegantly dressed woman hugged Du Yifei. I quietly closed the door, with tears in my eyes, and walked into the pouring rain.
Half a year later, on the corridor of Beijing's top KTV. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" The red-turned-purple star who used me to save his girlfriend said to me.
"Can you please explain the meaning of being mean? Is using your own voice to make money called being mean? If so, then you are also being mean to yourself."
"Do you swear you just use your voice to make money?"
"Why should I explain to you? Who are you to me?"