Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

"Young man in the water, please dance with me."

"Step through this mud, step through this wasteland, and let us meet again among the clouds."

Jiang Ling slowly raised his head as he sang, and his slightly raised lower jaw formed extremely sharp lines under the light.

His face is half in light and half in shadow, and the corners of his thin lips are slightly raised, but this smile with unknown meaning only looks more cynical in the strong contrast between light and shadow.

The phantoms behind the mirror frames on both sides are still hidden in the darkness. Only the low harmonious singing and the black and bloody claws protruding from time to time outline the evil that is temporarily dormant in the darkness.

Sometimes, hiding does not mean defeat. After all, the evil in the shadow is far more irresistible than the sin in the light.

It will swarm in every weak spot of yours, eating away all your courage and determination little by little.

In the sky overhead, thick clouds flashed with blue lightning from time to time, competing with the long wind in the blue sky.

The eagle with white wings whirled mournfully in the sky, and the rapidly branching vegetation and vines withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The falling yellow leaves were covered by the wildly growing green grass in the next moment.

In those bursts of thunder, what can end this struggle between soul and body?

Jiangling struggled and struggled.

The wind and clouds are rolling, and the green grass contains autumn.

Suddenly, a bright bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, causing the sky and the earth to change color and the surrounding fields to tremble.

In the dazzling pale light, ink-colored phantoms and blood-colored phantoms cling to the shadows with a degree of distortion that the human body cannot achieve, whispering and ready to pounce.

Jiang Ling stiffened, and there was something indescribably weird about the posture of his body that he slowly raised.

However, the young man in white still sang gently a cappella.

It was obviously just a childish voice without any support, but it could not be suppressed by the thunder, and it echoed over the studio with a soft power that penetrated people's hearts.

His eyebrows are curved and his face is handsome. He looks weak and vulnerable, but his outstretched hand is so firm.

He slowly walked out of the frame, his pure white clothes brushing against the dust.

He walked step by step in front of the half-kneeling Jiang Ling, held his arms with both hands, and helped him up.

Jiang Ling staggered to his feet.

"How many stories are floating in the wind, we have missed them, we have lost them."

"But what can compare to the friendship when we are side by side?"

"Young man, please stand side by side with me, please dance with me."

Branch-shaped cyan lightning still shines in the sky.

Phantom curled his fingers and held onto the frame of the mirror, showing a ferocious smile.

He clung to his neck, his thin lips were slightly opened, and his sharp teeth reflected a little white light.

He supported his body in a hugging posture, his eyes were soft, and his singing voice was gentle, as if he hadn't noticed.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time.

Finally, the chaotic gray stains on Jiangling's robe slowly faded away like the tide.

The originally slightly stooped back slowly straightened and stretched.

I don't know what the difference is, that tall back has a completely different temperament than the original one.

He stepped back slightly and smiled at Sukarno.

The two crossed their shoulders at a very fast speed, and with a strong movement of their wrists, they pulled out the phantoms behind the frames on both sides.

When the black and blood-colored phantom was pulled out, the whole place lit up brightly, with laser lights hanging in the sky like the sun.

Phantom opened his fingers and stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, intending to block the sudden bright light.

As if to imply that shadows cannot survive in the light, the thick black on their robes and the bloody red on the vampire's lips quickly faded, returning to their original white.

The whiteness of my heart.