He Says He Doesn't Love Me, Yet He Won't Let Me Go

By day, Lanyu meticulously painted Hai Tinglan’s flawless features. By night, she was the most secretive “guest” in his luxurious lair, satisfying his every desire, but never staying until dawn. She was like a cool, understated landscape painting, willingly dimming her own light as she sank into their clandestine affair, hidden from the world. Then one day, she calmly packed all her belongings and left behind even the priceless jewelry he had given her. She sent just one text: “Our contract is up. I won’t renew.” At first, he was dismissive, thinking she was just throwing a tantrum and would come back as usual. Instead, he heard she had vanished completely: she’d quit her job, moved away, and canceled her number, leaving as decisively as if she’d never existed. That was when he truly went mad! The top-tier star’s dignity? Gone! His vaunted self-control? Shattered! Like an abandoned stray dog, he called in every favor he could to search every last corner for her. Ignoring the paparazzi’s cameras, he lingered miserably outside her new company late at night. The media called it “Top-tier Star Driven Mad by Love.” Then he snatched the livestream camera and shouted at millions of viewers, his eyes bloodshot: “I’m sorry! I was a jerk! I was blind! Please, come back and see me just once!” “Let me be part of your future, okay? This time, I’ll be the one to come to you.”