It’s only the truth.” Zhang Yuanqi said, “The entertainment industry does not suit you.”
Zhang Ye shook his head, “I know I am not suitable, but i want to give it a shot. The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light.”
“This is a poem?”
“It’s ‘A Generation’, which was written by me.”
“Recite your other poems to me.”
“Sure. Let’s start with ‘Flying Bird and Fish’. The furthest distance in the world is not….
…
At some point in time, Zhang Ye fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already morning. The bed was empty as well, with no signs of Zhang Yuanqi around.
Where’s the Heavenly Queen?
Where’s the Empress Dowager?