Chapter 7: Some People, Once Remembered, Can Never Be Forgotten

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Li Yue sent out a long string of messages, and sure enough, it stirred a few others lurking quietly in the group chat.
[Li Yue] You won’t believe what treasure I found today.
[Friend 1] You said the same thing yesterday.
[Friend 2] Nothing special, just get used to it.
[Friend 3] No pictures, no proof—why are you so hyped?
[Friend 2] Aren’t you busy shooting a magazine with your artist and scouting newcomers? Aren’t you afraid that DZZ will find out and expose you?
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The managers’ small group chat was used occasionally for venting, but no one dared to speak too freely, fearing they’d be the next to fall out of favor. Sensitive words were often replaced with initials; if caught, they could always offer a few clever excuses.

Li Yue was the manager of Dong Zhenzhen, who was notorious in the industry for her rebellious spirit and fiery temper. Rumors had it she had an ambiguous relationship with Han Lü, the president of Starshine Entertainment.

After several rounds of typing and deleting complaints, a new message popped up at the top: “Why hasn’t my coffee arrived yet? Did you go buy it from the moon?” Li Yue deleted everything, closed his phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and resignedly went to deliver the coffee.

Passing by a restaurant, he unexpectedly saw Yan Ye, who was talking about some other important matters, casually enjoying a barbecue inside.

The grill sizzled with an assortment of meats glistening with oil.

Li Yue thought to himself: So I’m the clown here after all.

Having eaten her fill, Yan Ye went to buy a dog bed and also grabbed some oversized fake pearls—bigger than a fist—so her pet Pearl wouldn’t easily swallow them by mistake.

Well, Pearl definitely wouldn’t mind if they were fake.

Yan Ye reached the entrance, where a crowd had gathered due to a sudden downpour, blocking most people from leaving.

Several girls with backpacks hurried inside, soaking wet, squeezing through the crowd toward a spacious area.

Yan Ye’s arm was bumped, and something scraped off from the side pocket of one girl’s backpack.

A rolled-up poster fell onto the tiled floor, its pure white background instantly stained with muddy spots.

One of the girls shouted angrily at Yan Ye.

“What are you doing?! Don’t you know how to give way? You’ve dirtied my poster!” She crouched down carefully, picking it up and gently dabbing the muddy spots with a tissue to absorb the dirty moisture. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to yell, I just got a bit emotional. This was the last one! I ran all over town and spent a week’s worth of meals on it.”

The girl hung her head silently.

“It’s okay.” A pleasant voice came from above. Surprised, the girl looked up at the woman who had crouched down. When she recognized her face, her breath caught and a rosy blush spread across her cheeks.

She couldn’t even find the words to respond.

Such a beautiful young lady, and her voice was so gentle and soothing.

“Try this! It can clean it right up.”

“O-okay.”

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“If it works well, you can buy it next time from Yan Ye’s livestream.”

“Huh?”

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The talented promoter Yan Ye hid her pride away. Turning her head, she realized that the dog bed she had placed by her feet was missing.

Who the hell stole her dog bed?

And Pearl’s fake pearls too.

“Looking for this?”

The familiar voice stabbed at Yan Ye’s heart.

Soft music played over the speakers.

But Yan Ye felt as if the world had stopped, still enough to hear her heart pounding loudly.

Even the girl wiping the poster slowed her movements.

Across a few people’s distance, the man held the dog bed she had bought for Pearl, extending it toward her.

He looked somewhat familiar, and up close, his eyes were even more beautiful than that night, more dazzling than the sun, moon, and stars she had collected in the warehouse.

The girl wiping the poster worked unhurriedly, glancing awkwardly at the two of them.

Is this really not a movie? Oh my! The young lady was so stunning it was impossible to look away, and the man was outrageously handsome beyond reason.

This ship, I can sail it.

As the rain gradually lessened, many people around dispersed.

Yan Ye retrieved her things and just wanted to leave quickly. The man’s intense gaze made her feel like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Before they could exit the gate, the crowd in the square began to stir. Expressions on everyone’s faces were vivid—some terrified, some running quickly, and many holding up phones to film something overhead.

Xu Zhiting seemed to sense something and reacted before his mind could catch up. He grabbed Yan Ye’s slender, fair wrist and pulled her back toward himself. She spun around and bumped into his solid chest.

What the hell!

Before she could react, a warm palm covered her eyes, blocking all sight.

“Don’t look.”

A loud bang sounded behind them.

The entire world was drowned in screams.

Someone had jumped off a building.

Yan Ye stayed quietly within the protective circle Xu Zhiting formed around her. They weren’t standing too close—except for that hand blocking her view so she couldn’t blink.

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Her moral boundaries were firmly held by Xu Zhiting.

She had seen people die in every possible way—how could he think she was afraid?

Also, could he please not stand so close? She didn’t get motion sickness, but she did get overwhelmed by the Bureau of Psychic Abilities personnel.

Compared to her restless heart, Xu Zhiting’s feelings were much clearer.

Right in front of him, those locked desires stirred restlessly, breaking through like a raging tide. The obsession swelling inside could no longer be restrained by heavy chains.

He was just too sensible, too obedient to those damn rules.

Some people, once he cared for them, he could never let go.

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At eight o’clock that evening, Yan Ye’s livestream started on time.

Seven or eight adorable viewers trickled in.

[Hey, is this an outdoor stream today?]

[I got my cotton candy! It’s not as bad as the streamer said, thumbs down!!!]

“Good evening, just streaming for a bit. No sales today, just chatting.”

[Chat messages cost five cents each.]

[Who wants just chatting? This is all about money.]

[Warning: chicken coop in the chat.]

[Hop on the yellow cart, if you don’t buy something every day you’ll feel weird.]

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Yan Ye propped up the sign outside, lit a lantern, and casually perched on the doorstep, placing her phone stand on the ground. The camera faced a wall of the alley.

Until the alert for gifts sounded.

Yan Ye pulled her gaze from the alley’s entrance.

She noticed that the barrage of comments had thickened, scrolling rapidly in wave after wave.

An ID named “Thirty” had sent her the most expensive gift on the platform—a sea of flowers, each worth five thousand.

The floral gifts never stopped appearing on the screen, and Yan Ye began to realize something was very wrong.

Five hundred and twenty sea-of-flowers gifts in total—all at once—igniting the entire streaming platform.