Xia Siyu was completely unaware that before she fell asleep, she was still an artist who had experienced "social death," but afterward, everything was reversed.
She never slept very soundly, with all sorts of fantastical dreams in her mind. So fragnts were with her mother, basking in the bright sunshine of Sicily. Then suddenly, her mother collapsed to the ground, she rushed over to see, the ground was covered with broken glass pieces, her mother’s head covered in blood. As the scene shifted, the bleeding head beca Chen Fan’s. Then she held a shard of glass, cold and unwavering, stabbing violently at the assailant—once, twice.
Blood gushed out, her world was a sea of crimson.
She saw the people below the stage go from cheering to silent, then to screaming. She stood on stage, calmly watching the person lying before her. Then, the stage transford again into a play stage, under the spotlight, the vague gaze of the audience below seed like wolves lurking in the woods with malicious intent.
And she stood alone on the stage, glass knife in hand, fearless.
—No, it felt like she wasn’t alone on the stage. Seemingly, she sensed soone behind her, silently watching her.
The play continued, she turned back thodically, indeed, although it was pitch black behind her, there was a beam of light, soone standing in the light smiling gently at her.
This smile was familiar to her, it was Bo Yan.
Bo Yan!
Xia Siyu woke up. When she awoke, it was completely dark outside. Her head was still a bit throbbing. Lately, she hadn’t been sleeping well. After all, she had stabbed soone with a shard of glass, and that person was still in the intensive care unit.
Her two strikes, one hit his liver, the other his lung. Blood flowed too much, especially the lung wound—his body was basically ruined, he couldn’t do heavy work anymore.
No matter how strong Xia Siyu was, she could stand on stage with courage and not fall. But the splattered blood staining her head and body indeed cast a shadow on her.
She almost killed soone. The doctor said, just five more minutes, five minutes late, and this person would have died.
Then there were Chen Fan’s parents complaining to the cara, even though she understood, she still felt sorry for causing their son’s injury. But she couldn’t deny the grievance in her heart.
As for public opinion and insults, she actually didn’t care much. Wasn’t it just losing endorsents, wasn’t it just no more acting roles? At worst, she could wait until Bo Yan’s side was ready to start again, losing to Shang Feifei wasn’t unjustified.
She had been insulted less, she was already used to it.
But as she opened her eyes, Bo Yan was outside making a call, it sounded like he was arranging so public opinion matters. She heard bits and pieces, seemingly related to her.
She got up, put on her slippers, was about to go out when the bedroom door was opened, and then Bo Yan turned on the light and walked over: "You’re awake?"
She nodded.
The next second, Bo Yan lowered his head, his slightly long eyelashes covered his eyes: "Sorry, I took the liberty."
Actually, Xia Siyu’s head still ached, and although she vaguely heard Bo Yan’s phone call, she hadn’t pieced it together. But at this mont, she seed to instantly understand what he ant.
Sure enough, Bo Yan said: "I told Chen Fan, he logged onto Weibo. I’m sorry, you wanted to protect him, but I still acted selfishly."
For a long ti, he didn’t wait for Xia Siyu’s response. When he looked up again, Xia Siyu softly said: "The one who should apologize is ."
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