From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Mary Jane was a little confused.

She couldn't quite pinpoint her emotions either; irritation, anxiety, joy, apprehension, happiness, curiosity, and more all intertwined and collided.

She tried to explain the complex situation, but didn't know where to begin; the countless thoughts in her mind were about to explode.

Subconsciously, she needed to confide, to be honest.

Although Mary Jane herself didn't know why, standing in front of Peter, she wanted to share even the most insignificant daily trivialities.

Perhaps, Peter was the only one willing to listen to her?

Her mind was overflowing with thoughts, organizing, scattering, reorganizing, rearranging, but in the end, at the moment of speaking, everything was discarded, and she simply floored the accelerator.

"Actually, I've fallen in love with someone else."

In a moment of impulse, she blurted it out.

The point was, she hadn't intended to share this, at least not in this way, and she hadn't even sorted it out herself.

Some annoyance, some depression, some regret, some irritability.

However, the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but lift slightly, a sweetness, a joy, a elation gently tugging at the corners, because this was the first time she had shared this news, and also because it was the first time she had admitted it aloud; the moment she said it, the fairy tale seemed to become reality.

All sorts of mixed emotions swept over her unexpectedly.

After a brief pause, Mary Jane dropped a bombshell without warning, even startling herself and leaving her puzzled:

Did she like that person? Really?

If Mary Jane herself was like this, let alone Peter in front of her?

Peter was stunned, his voice seeming to come from another world, "Really?"

Peter tried hard to force a smile—

At least he thought he was doing so.

However, his expression didn't change much, his eyes filled with undisguised panic, hitting his heart without warning.

So, had he missed his chance again? Or perhaps, he and Mary Jane never had a chance?

Mary Jane was immersed in her own thoughts and didn't notice Peter's abnormality, "At least I think I am."

After saying that, Mary Jane was defeated by herself, she didn't know what she was thinking or what she should be thinking, her whole head was a mess.

Mary Jane lowered her head, shook it gently, and took a deep breath, "Now is not the best time to discuss this, I'm sorry."

Raising her head, Mary Jane looked at Peter and forced an apologetic smile.

Buzz.

Peter's ears were ringing, his expression and body movements becoming slightly stiff, like a rusty robot, every joint could feel the creaking sound, mechanically outputting friend quotes.

"No, no, no, you go on."

His lips were upturned, but his heart was sinking—

Act normal, act normal! Hadn't he always been perfectly disguised?

Back then, when he learned that Harry and Mary Jane had started dating, he immediately regained his senses and showed wit and humor, and today should be the same.

He, Peter Parker, is Mary Jane's friend, was, is, and will always be, and he is willing to sincerely be happy for Mary Jane's happiness.

Because Mary Jane deserves it.

Thus.

His words and actions became smooth, revealing a perfect smile, and continuing to play the role of a friend.

"Do I know his name, this person?"

As he spoke, Peter walked towards Mary Jane, trying to share Mary Jane's joy, but unexpectedly, his ankle hit the leg of a chair.

Was this an accident, or not?

In fact, Anson knew the position of the chair, and had tried walking this route several times before filming began; the actor and the camera position cooperated with each other, and finally determined the position where he and Kristen would stand opposite each other, like a model walking on a runway, the route and fixed points were communicated in advance.

So far, everything was going smoothly.

To Anson, he knew that the object Mary Jane supposedly liked was Spider-Man; but to Peter, he didn't know.

At this moment, Anson truly entered Peter's world, his ears were ringing, all sounds seemed like echoes in a valley, he knew his expression, his actions, his words, but his soul seemed to have quietly shifted, staring at Mary Jane absentmindedly, scrutinizing her.

That smile, that look, were all real, and it was clear that Mary Jane was truly happy.

It was this thought that calmed Peter down slightly, his soul returned to its place, he smiled, and swallowed the bitterness that had spread on the tip of his tongue.

Everything was very natural, very perfect.

Absentmindedly, the steps forward deviated slightly, Peter could feel his ankle hitting an object, but he didn't realize it, and continued forward, successfully coming to Mary Jane's side.

"O".

Seeing this scene, Jack's mouth turned into a circle.

He knew that when the protruding bones on both sides of the ankle and the toes collided with a hard object, even if it was just a little bit of force, the pain would be comparable to a surge.

As a result, Anson's expression didn't change at all.

Not only was there no abnormality, but a faint smile had already appeared on his face, and he looked at Mary Jane with clear eyes.

Kristen didn't notice this little episode.

Kristen was always immersed in Mary Jane's emotions, she knew that she should present a shy but happy expression here—

Like a young girl who has just begun to experience love.

However, looking at the deep eyes in front of her, breathtakingly blue, she could feel the slight surge of emotions beneath the calm surface of the ocean.

Involuntarily, Kristen's confusing thoughts also slowly settled down.

Indeed, Mary Jane is now immersed in the romantic emotions of hormones and cannot extricate herself, but she is not a love brain, and she can't help but ask herself:

Does she like Spider-Man because he has saved her continuously, just like a superhero born specifically for her; or does she sincerely like him?

Tch.

Kristen tugged at the corner of her mouth self-deprecatingly.

Sincere?

Obviously, this is a self-deceiving excuse, she has only met Spider-Man twice, and that guy has never taken off his mask from beginning to end.

Therefore, there is no need to painstakingly find excuses for herself, her heart is moved purely because the superhero she has been waiting to save her has finally appeared.

Everything is so simple.

Thoughts surged, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth also calmed down a little, neither ostentatious nor exaggerated, a little shy, but also a little restrained and uneasy, perhaps realizing her childishness, when she raised her eyes again, looking directly at the blue in front of her, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"You must think I'm just a little girl who has met someone she likes."

Peter didn't avoid her gaze, kept smiling, "Believe me."

It was this scene, a look, a smile, a word, Kristen noticed those eyes, wholeheartedly watching her, her cheeks reflected in the pupils, she could even see the arc of her mouth upturned, without any extra movement, her heart skipped a beat.

He was listening.