Sang Wan Ci couldnât understand Lu Zhi Weiâs expression, so she asked: âIs it not something I should have asked?â
Lu Zhi Wei suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of her head: âNo, itâs just my first time being asked for my birthday, I was a little surprised.â
Sang Wan Ci couldnât help but look at Lu Zhi Wei from head to toe.
She looked calm and gentle, and her words were pleasant. She didnât seem like someone who would be in conflict with others or be ostracised.
âWhy didnât anybody ask?â Sang Wan Ci probed.
Lu Zhi Wei fiddled with her fingers as she looked at her palm and said honestly: âYou might not believe me, but my existence is a bit transparent, everybodyâ¦â¦â
She tried to be more subtle about it: âDoesnât really remember me.â
Sang Wan Ci suddenly paused and stayed silent, just looking at her.
It wasnât clear what she was thinking about.
It also wasnât clear if she believed it or thought Lu Zhi Wei was lying.
Lu Zhi Wei laughed: âTeacher Sang, just take it as if Iâm rambling, donât take it to heart.â
Then she changed the topic, curiosity on her face: âWhy did teacher Sang suddenly ask about this?â
Coming back to reality, Sang Wan Ci said calmly: âItâs nothing. Itâs just that when Director Li jokingly said she thought that nobody had given you a birthday present before too, I thought your reaction was a bit off.â
In that instant, Lu Zhi Wei had stiffened unnaturally, as if something she had hidden in her heart had suddenly been exposed in front of a crowd.
Thinking again about her crying scene, she suddenly felt as if Lu Zhi Wei was Xiao He and Xiao He was her.
Adding onto the fact that Lu Zhi Wei had so tenderly encouraged her just now, she had just wanted to ask.
She didnât expect it was even worse than she had expected.
Not only had nobody celebrated her birthday for her, nobody had even taken the initiative to ask about her birthdayâ¦â¦
Lu Zhi Wei didnât think she was pitiful though, she even happily smiled: âWow, youâre really attentive, teacher Sang. Thank you, Iâm really happy!â
Seeing her smile so happy, Sang Wan Ci suddenly didnât know what to say.
Not being remembered, nobody even asking about her birthday, when all these were mentioned, did she not feel aggrieved? Did she not want to cry? Did she not want to complain?
âArenât you upset?â Sang Wan Ci asked.
Lu Zhi Wei smiled and replied in a tone that was even and calm: âThereâs nothing to be upset about.
âTechnology is so advanced these days, you just need to set it and everything can be remembered by a system like your phoneâs calendar. When itâs time, it will pop out and remind, isnât that good?
âEven if not, thereâs still me.â
She tapped her own temple: âI will remember, always.â
Sang Wan Ci looked at her, recalling her reaction at the filming location.
Maybe she would still be upset about this deep in her heart, she just didnât show it outwardly.
But since she didnât express it herself, then so be it.
They were just colleagues, not friends who could speak about everything. Lu Zhi Wei had no need to bare her heart to her unconditionally.
Besides, she seemed as if she had hundreds and thousands of ways to keep herself happy and away from negative emotions.
Thinking about it, Sang Wan Ci smiled, almost as if she was infected by Lu Zhi Weiâs happiness and concurred: âYouâre very optimistic.â
Lu Zhi Wei didnât deny it, accepting it readily.
âOptimism is good, optimism is the only way to live even happier and better.â
Her transparent body would let God know that it refused to lose and render her invisible.
She would also let her transparent body know that she refused to lose; she wanted to live for herself.
ââ The gaze and opinion of other people did not matter.
Sang Wan Ci looked at her, as if she was watching a bunch of blooming flowers, each petal radiating vitality and charm, making everybodyâs eyes stop on her.
âTell me,â Sang Wan Ci smiled. âYour birthday.â
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When Lu Zhi Wei went back, her steps were light and quick.
Lao Wu felt like if there was some music, she would be able to dance a lively dance right on the spot.
ãShe just asked for your birthday and youâre so happy?ã
Lu Zhi Wei put her hands behind her back and replied with a carefree expression: âThatâs right.â
Living in her own world, it was easy to be satisfied just by touching another worldâs warmth.
Being content would bring happiness easily, that was also one of her principles in life.
Lao Wu asked doubtfully: ãYouâre not worried sheâll forget after she asks?ã
He wasnât Sang Wan Ci, he didnât know if Sang Wan Ci would be able to remember Lu Zhi Weiâs birthday.
From his old motherâs perspective, he still wanted to let his daughter be a bit more clear-minded, in case she would be forgotten and hurt on her birthday.
Lu Zhi Weiâs expression didnât change, it was still happy, almost as if she had long since thought about this possibility.
âIâm not worried. I didnât even expect that she would remember it. To me, being forgotten is a daily affair. Iâm used to it, itâs not a big deal.â
ãThen why are you still so happy?ã Lao Wu was utterly befuddled.
âHappy, why should I be happy?â Lu Zhi Wei smiled and refuted. âThis is the first time someone has asked for my birthday, itâs a win, why would I not be happy?â
Lao Wu didnât know how to answer.
He had discovered, Lu Zhi Wei was incredibly optimistic, able to think of the silver lining in everything so she wouldnât feel upset.
If you said it wasnât good, she would be able to dig out a shining point and let herself be happy for half a day.
Thisâ¦â¦ was actually quite good.
Lao Wu took off his spectacles and wiped them clean, amusement shining in his eyes: ãYouâre right, itâs worth being happy about.ã
Then he reminded her: ãDonât forget someoneâs still waiting for you.ã
Lu Zhi Wei raised her hand and made an âOKâ sign.
Her sand sculpture didi definitely couldnât be forgotten. She still had to clarify things with him and help him distance himself from the original route of becoming a tool in the storyline so that he could continue being his own sand sculpture self.
Of course, there was something that was the most important ââ
âHurry up and fix him!â
She didnât want to be pulled to the menâs washroom again by Ying Xi Ze!!
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âWhere did you go?â
Zhang Xian Rui asked the person who was slowly walking towards her.
âI chatted for a while with miss Lu.â Sang Wan Ci lifted her skirt slightly as she replied.
Zhang Xian Rui supported her arm and helped her into the car.
âLu Zhi Wei? Oh, I remember her.
âI heard sheâs quite close with Ying Xi Ze? Whatâs going on, does she like him?â
Sang Wan Ci: âShe doesnât like Ying Xi Ze, she likes me.â
Ying Xi Ze couldnât compare to her.
Lu Zhi Wei even praised how pretty she was when smiling.
Ying Xi Ze had definitely never been praised like that by Lu Zhi Wei.
She didnât know why either, but she suddenly really liked Lu Zhi Weiâs praise. It was comforting and powerful.
Zhang Xian Rui: â???â
She said it before, her artiste was appealing to both men and women!
But she didnât expect Lu Zhi Wei would directly confess to Sang Wan Ci.
ââ¦â¦ She actually directly confessed to you? She really has the courage to come out of the closet.â
Sang Wan Ci: â?â
At this point, she finally realised what sort of âlikeâ Zhang Xian Rui had meant and she laughed: âNo, Zhang jie, I was talking about the sort of like a fan has towards her idol. Sheâs just friends with Ying Xi Ze too, thereâs no romantic feelings there.â
The wise do not partake in rumours, she had an obligation to help her true love fan clarify.
Zhang Xian Rui leaned on the car door, a hand on her waist as she raised an eyebrow and smiled: âThatâs for the best. I can tell that kid Ying Xi Ze likes you. If Lu Zhi Wei likes him, sheâd most probably get hurt.â
This sort of situation where feelings developed from acting but had no good ending, she had seen it all.
Broken-hearted men and women both, seeing it would make anybody sigh.
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Thinking about Lu Zhi Weiâs smile, Sang Wan Ci couldnât help but look in the direction she had come from.
She didnât want such a lively person to be hurt.
Without waiting for her to speak, her head suddenly started hurting, as if needles were poking into her brain.
She held her forehead as her eyebrows knit together.
Zhang Xian Rui quickly reached out to support her: âIs it another headache?â
Sang Wan Ci stayed silent, enduring the pain as it suddenly disappeared.
Her expression slowly became normal as she reassured Zhang Xian Rui: âDonât worry, Zhang jie, Iâm fine.â
Zhang Xian Rui sighed, not knowing what to do with her.
Sang Wan Ciâs headaches were incredibly odd. She had gone to the hospital and the doctors had said nothing was wrong and that there was no need for medication. At most, she just needed to rest and not become too tired.
Zhang Xian Rui could only reach out a hand and squeeze her shoulder: âRest more, donât tire yourself out.â
Sang Wan Ci smiled slightly and said nothing.
Only she knew that this headache was not something that could be cured via resting.
But there would come a day when it would get better.
Zhang Xian Rui handed a cup of hot coffee to her: âYou have to take better care of yourself. If your family knew about it, they would be worried about you.â
Hearing âyour familyâ, Sang Wan Ciâs eyelashes trembled slightly amidst the steam rising from the coffee.
âHe wouldnât worry about me.
âHe only worries that I canât become a nationally renowned piano player like my mother.â
As it turned out, his worry did come true.
She became an actress.
Zhang Xian Rui wanted to say that there was no parent on Earth who didnât care about their child, but seeing Sang Wan Ciâs refusal to continue the topic, she could only sigh and leave the matter alone.
â¦
Lu Zhi Wei removed her makeup and changed out of costume, carrying her bag as she went to look for Ying Xi Ze.
Ying Xi Ze was sitting by the small pond near the crew, looking lonely and distracted, no different from a man who was dumped.
Lu Zhi Wei: ââ¦â¦â
A perfectly fine kid, he hadnât even gotten into a relationship, how did he get broken up with first.
Just as Ying Xi Ze was nursing his broken heart alone, his shoulder was suddenly tapped lightly and someone appeared by his side in the next second.
âGe, youâre here.â
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After that short exchange, it went silent.
It was so depressing it felt stifling.
Lu Zhi Wei took the initiative to start the conversation: âCan you tell me now why you like teacher Sang?â
Ying Xi Ze didnât reply.
Lu Zhi Wei wasnât in a hurry either, waiting patiently.
After a long while, she knew Ying Xi Ze wouldnât reply so quickly, so she opened her canvas bag and started rummaging, planning to use the time while waiting to prepare her winter clothes.
Ying Xi Ze didnât know how to talk about this matter. He didnât know how to tell others that he actually didnât like Sang Wan Ci, but a woman who looked like her and had already flown to another country.
He was clear about where his like for Sang Wan Ci came from, but even so, he would still be disappointed and upset at Sang Wan Ci falling for someone else.
Even he couldnât figure out what his heart was thinking.
He felt like he should really talk to someone about it, and this person was just conveniently by his side.
Let him gather his thoughts and figure out how to say it.
He thought about it for a long while, and Lu Zhi Wei waited by his side for a long while.
Until he stopped being silent and wanted to talk.
âGe.â
He broke the silence and looked at Lu Zhi Wei, then suddenly his throat clammed up at the sight of what she was holding.
ââ¦â¦â
He saw two knitting needles in Lu Zhi Weiâs hand, with a few bundles of yarn in the bag. Seeing as he finally wanted to talk, she put down the needles and looked at him encouragingly: âGo ahead, Iâm listening.â
Ying Xi Ze had a shocked expression: â?â
Why did this brother carry yarn and knitting needles around?
Wait, no. Iâm being all upset here, and youâre knitting beside me???
T/N: Pretty productive this week in terms of translating, so update today and in 24 hours!