From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Youth is always like this—

Long and arduous, unrestrained and flamboyant, using all its energy to laugh loudly and cry loudly, until exhausted.

Anne raised her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to gently raise the corners of her tired mouth, squeezing out a smile.

"Really?"

She had no confidence.

A smile flickered in Anson's eyes, "You've always done well, haven't you realized it yourself?"

Anne didn't believe it.

Anson, "I'm serious."

"Look, you're still taking classes at school, and at the same time, you're starting to think about your acting career..."

Before Anson could finish, Anne gently shook her head, "It's too difficult to balance schoolwork, I've been considering taking a leave of absence; as for my career, I haven't figured anything out, it's just pure worry."

Anson: …

Looking at Anson's speechless appearance, Anne couldn't help but chuckle, and the gloomy mood was slightly dispelled.

Anson's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of helplessness, "Okay, let's overturn everything and start over."

Anne was stunned, "Can we do that? It's not like a game save point."

Anson shrugged, "If I say we can, then we can. Who says we can't?"

Anne reminded herself to dodge and hide her turmoil and fragility.

But she couldn't do it.

Her eyes, unmoving, stared at Anson's deep and bright blue eyes, her heart pounding wildly, and Anne couldn't help but swallow.

"Why…" her voice was slightly hoarse, "Why are you always so frank? So straightforward that people can't resist."

Anson didn't expect such a response, and a smile crept onto his lips, like a rainbow in the early summer afternoon, light, faint, but still colorfully streaking across the sky, "I'm always trying."

"We have too many secrets, maybe scars, maybe pain, maybe sins, maybe weaknesses, all carefully hidden under the mask."

"The older we get, the more secrets we have. In the end, we evolve into a person we don't recognize."

"I don't want that."

"So, I'm trying."

Anne stared blankly into Anson's eyes, "Then, do you have no secrets?"

Anson gently shook his head, "No, I still have secrets, don't get me wrong, I'm not a good person, in fact, I'm an unscrupulous, selfish villain, I'm just… trying to be honest with myself."

Pfft.

Unable to hold back, Anne chuckled, "You're a bad person?"

Anson, "Of course. Look, I realized that the 'Princess Diaries' sequel might be a disaster, so I tried to run away, leaving behind a mess."

"Hahaha." Anne couldn't control herself anymore, nodding repeatedly, "Okay, I admit it. Now people are saying that I drove you out of the sequel cast."

Anson covered his chest with his hands, "They should feel my sadness."

"Haha." Anne couldn't help it again, her smile completely blooming, completely without any image—

But this time, she didn't seem to care.

However, under Anson's gaze, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and slightly restrained her smile, Anne returned to her usual slightly reserved appearance.

"Wait…" Anson said.

Anne's heart skipped a beat, but she still tried to calm down, "What's wrong?"

Anson raised his hand and gestured to the corner of his mouth, "You have a chip crumb on the left corner of your mouth."

Anne didn't believe it, "How is that possible. I know you've already seen me drool, so a little chip crumb is nothing."

Anson chuckled, "Are you sure? Are you okay going out like this?"

Anne widened her eyes, "You're not joking?"

Anson spread his hands, looking innocent.

Anne immediately panicked, wiped the corner of her mouth, and looked at Anson, casting an inquiring gaze.

Anson gestured again to the position of the corner of his mouth, "Your right side. At the corner of your mouth."

Anne was a little flustered, "Your right side, or my right side?"

Anson, "Yours."

Anne wiped it again, but Anson was still shaking his head, which made Anne suspicious again, "Are you sure you're not joking?"

Anson raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Anne looked hesitant, wiping the corner of her mouth while raising her eyes to look at Anson, in those clear and bright blue eyes, she could see her own reflection.

Then, Anne actually saw a little shadow at the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but exclaim, and quickly raised her hand to wipe it off.

A beat later, Anne realized that she was actually using Anson's pupils as a mirror to look at her reflection, and she froze for a moment because she was too embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Anson saw Anne's stiff movements, although the chip crumbs had been wiped off, but the oil from the chips remaining in her right hand had smeared on the corner of her mouth, he raised his right thumb and directly wiped the oil off the corner of Anne's mouth.

Wait, this action.

The roughness of the fingertip and the delicacy of the cheek gently rubbed against each other, inadvertently colliding with a little spark of intimacy, like an electric current, gently surging between the skin.

Subconsciously, Anson tried to pull his finger away, but found that static electricity kept the skin and skin in contact, and he was stunned for a moment.

He raised his eyes and crashed into Anne's focused eyes, in the exchange of gazes, time seemed to stop at this moment, all the noise disappeared.

Like magnets, their gazes intertwined and entangled, silently shortening the distance, instinctively, slowly falling into each other's eyes.

The thumb that was helping to wipe the oil off the corner of her mouth couldn't help but get closer to her lips, gently and rustlingly feeling the temperature and trembling conveyed by her lips.

Before realizing it, their breaths were already intertwined, and the sound of their hearts pounding on their eardrums was becoming clearer and stronger.

Closer.

Closer.

"…I'm used to it, no matter what time the appointment is, he's always late, I think he's deliberately avoiding physical therapy, maybe he needs to receive psychological counseling at the same time, otherwise…"

There was a rustling sound, and voices came from the door.

Wham.

Suddenly, Anson and Anne were dragged back to reality, the two quickly shifted their gazes and turned their heads away, this time Anson's fingers finally got rid of the entanglement of static electricity and successfully retracted.

The two looked out the window with well-behaved faces, like children caught by the teacher for whispering in class, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, but they didn't know that their actions of not looking at the blackboard during class time were simply a case of protesting too much, and their clumsy performance was really funny.

But precisely because of this, it was really too cute, and the teacher couldn't bear to blame them, and tried his best to control the corners of his mouth from quietly rising.

The scene in front of them was the same.

The physical therapy room looked perfectly normal, the problem was that there were only two people, but these two people avoided each other's gaze and didn't talk to each other, anyone with eyes could see that they were avoiding suspicion—

Avoiding suspicion like this, really?