。"< Even a mercenary can bully her mother, A-Wai doesn't know what to say to her mother >" 。Hearing this, Li Yan was stunned. After a long while, she finally reacted, "You...you want to fire me" "Wan...She walked over, her brow slightly furrowed, her voice soft, "Are you okay"
"Well, how did you get here" Seeing her, Menglan was slightly surprised. Just as she was about to move, a tearing pain shot through her wound.
"Just stay still. I heard about what happened yesterday, so I came to see you." Xiang Wan placed the fruit basket on the table and then bent down to find a vase, inserting the fresh flowers. "I don't know what kind of flowers you like, so I bought sunflowers. Life is hard, but I hope you live towards the sun."
Menglan turned her head to look at her. The morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Xiangwan's half face, her long hair cascading down her forehead, giving her a gentle and elegant beauty.
Over the past few years, she has been well taken care of by He Hanchuan.
"Look what I'm doing" Xiangwan raised a smile, went to get a chair, and sat by the bedside.
“I was just suddenly moved, when you first came out of prison and were thrown into the Dreamland Club as a janitor. You were so frail, staring at a withered face, I felt like you wanted to die." Meng Lan's voice was hoarse, but her eyes held a hint of envy.
Back then, even Xiang Wan wasn't spared from being difficult by the clients at Meng Hui. Looking at her, Meng Lan at that time felt both sympathy and indifference towards her.
It's pitiful that she shared the same fate as me. What's cold is that in this abyss, it turns out I'm not the only one living a hopeless life.
When it came to the past, Xiang Wan frowned slightly and didn't say much. She picked out an apple from the fruit basket and started peeling it with a small knife.
"I'm sorry, I was sick and delirious, and I didn't speak properly." Menglan recovered her composure, her voice tinged with a hint of apology.
“Dream sister, even though I call you sister, we’re the same age.” Xiang Wan stuffed the sliced apple into her palm and looked at her with compassion, counseling, “I know you see your shadow in me, and isn’t that the case for me too”
"Because I've been through it myself, I don't want to say those comforting words to you. Only someone who is deeply immersed in it understands that comfort is just salt on the wound."
Towards Evening proactively reached out to grasp her hand, but the moment her fingers touched it, she was startled by the icy sensation.
How much had Feng Mu done to her
Only then would it make her heart so cold, to such a state of despair, that not even a shred of warmth remained on her body.
"Be happy, when you're deep in the vortex, there are so many people stepping on you. Only... self-rescue!" Xiangwan looked at her with her gaze still soft and gentle, but her tone was so firm.
Only salvation through oneself...
Meng Lan suddenly curled her lips, revealing a pale smile.
In the ward, these two women with equally stunning faces and who once led a generation of splendor, having experienced the same hardships and been wounded by rumors, were so similar. In reality, they had very few encounters, not even close friends. But whenever they met, there would be a feeling of mutual understanding and empathy.
Anya hesitated for a moment before taking out a prepared contract from her bag and placing it before Mumei. "Mumei, to be honest, talking about work right now might not be the best idea. But, after thinking about it, I feel like this might be the most opportune time."
"I know you were a fashion design prodigy in the past, winning numerous awards. I've also read many of your interviews and believe that true passion doesn't fade with time."
A glimmer shone in Menglan's eyes as she accepted the contract. Upon seeing the sincere invitation from the Xiang Group to take on the role of Chief Design Officer, and the hefty salary listed afterward, a tidal wave of emotions surged within her —
As what Wawa said, a costume designer is like the yearning in her heart, a white moonlight she desires but can't reach.
"Why me" she looked up, her gaze earnest on A-Wan. "You should know, my designs are all outdated now. I haven't touched fashion design in years."
"Dream, you must not have been following industry news for many years," A-wei chuckled and shook her head. "Although you're gone, your works are still circulating and loved by people. Good works never get old!"
Menglan was surprised, for a long while, a bitter smile appeared on her face.
Indeed, when she was forcibly taken to the Dream House by Mu Qiang that year, she felt like the sky was about to collapse. She tried to resist, but in the end, she was defeated by trivial matters and reality.
When she learned that she could never escape the prison, her dreams were shattered. She cried at her desk all night, tearing up all the design drawings with her own hands. From then on, she never dared to touch them again!
向晚 looked at the struggling look in Menglan's eyes and sighed softly.
It was as if I saw myself, trapped in despair within the Dream Weaver's prison, reflected in her. Back then, all I yearned for was someone to pull me out of that darkness.
She didn't know what Meng Lan was thinking, but she wanted to help, she had to help. Xiang Wan reached out and comforted her by holding her palm, "As for why it's you, because - I believe in you."
Her gaze was serious, "Meng Jie, gold scales are not things found in a pond. Although I've struggled through those painful days, the only philosophy I've grasped is that everything depends on oneself. When you become strong enough, the world will treat you with respect."
It was clear that Menglan had huddled into a ball, her head bowed against the headboard as she trembled slightly. While You could not see her expression, you could tell she was crying.
Let out a soft sigh... This is a good thing, after all.
Being able to cry means there's still hope. She knew this feeling too well. She didn't say anything, she could only raise her hand and give Menglan a hug.
This was the most comforting thing for her at the time, she thought, dreaming Orchid would feel the same.
A-wai quietly stayed with Menglan for a while, seeing that her emotions had calmed down, she took out a document from her bag and was about to explain it to her, but suddenly there were messy footsteps in the corridor, and the door was pushed open with a bang.
"Xinrui, I heard you were hospitalized, how are you"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiangwan hurriedly handed her the file. The two looked at each other, and together they shoved the previous one under the blanket as well.
At the same time, he cast his gaze over and saw Han Cheng carrying various sized nutrition supplements. He was walking in such a rush that his suit's button was undone, and his tie was crookedly draped aside.
Seeing that someone was still in the ward, he was taken aback for a moment before squeezing out a brilliant smile. “So it’s Madam He! I've heard so much about you. My husband and yours are about to have a business deal together.”
向晚 tilted her head and looked at him. Although this was their first meeting, she had heard some rumors about Han Cheng from others in the company. She smiled and replied, "Really Then you should have a detailed conversation with Han Chuan. I heard that Mr. Han became famous at a young age and is incredibly capable. I didn't expect him to be so approachable."
"Where's that."
Although Han Cheng was replying to her, his anxious gaze never left Meng Lan. He watched as she shifted her body and hurriedly walked forward to prop up a pillow for her. Seeing her lick her lips, he rushed over to pour water.
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