Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

  Han Zhifan remained quiet as usual, but he stopped smoking.

  “In the beginning, Mr. He and Miss Cheng put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into ‘Jiuchong Palace.’ They’ve finished filming, so now the editing team can work on it. After two or three months, it’ll be broadcasted all over the internet. However, the person who produced it and the person who wrote the script have both left……”


  As Chen Bai said this, he let out a soft sigh. Quite some time had passed before he finally said, “Mr. Han, do you really not feel the slightest thing for Miss Cheng?”


  Again, Han Zhifan didn’t reply to Chen Bai, but this time, he put out his cigarette and threw it into the garbage can. Then he straightened up and headed back to his private room.

  Having not had too much to drink, Han Zhifan ended up drinking too much that night.

  In the evening, when Han Zhifan’s driver passed security on the way back to his apartment, the car was stopped by the guard. The guard gave the driver a parcel.

  Han Zhifan, who was already a drunken mess, had to be carried back to his apartment by the driver. After he was carried to his bed, the driver placed the parcel down on the bed and left.

  That night, after getting completely drunk, Han Zhifan slept until it was bright out.

  His hangover left him with a splitting headache and pins and needles.

  He rubbed his head and sat up on his bed to discover that he was still wearing his suit.

  The curtains weren’t drawn and the sun shone brightly, illuminating the entire room.

  He couldn’t help but raise his hand and shield himself from the light. Then he got out of bed, removed his clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

  After he washed off the smell of alcohol from his body, he came out of the bathroom and instinctively looked for his phone. Then he noticed a parcel on the bedside table.

  The parcel only had his name and address.

  Unknown sender.

  He knew the driver who took him home put it there. Without thinking too much about it, he opened the parcel.

  Inside was a pair of keys and a thin piece of paper.

  He recognized those keys – they were the keys to his apartment.

  Aside from him, only one other person had them – her.

  Han Zhifan clutched the keys for a long time then opened up the piece of paper.

  There was no signature – just a small, elegantly handwritten passage which seemed just like her. “I heard you’re with someone new. From here on out, I’m the hero who will fight the battles and bleed everywhere.”


  After those words, there were four very small words, but Han Zhifan still managed to read them: “I love you. Goodbye.”


  –


  Time flew by and in the blink of an eye, a year and five months had passed.

  This was everything that happened during the time that passed: Ji Yi graduated from university. Also, ever since “Jiuchong palace” premiered a year earlier, it set a precedent by becoming the most famous TV series in recent years. Because of “Jiuchong Palace,” Ji Yi’s value sky-rocketed, just as He Jichen planned. She sped up the list of A-list female celebrities, and she had endless jobs sent her way. Bo He let Li Da chase after her and the two of them got married while Tang Huahua felt like she wasn’t suitable for acting, so she followed Zhuang Yi to learn to become a manager. Now, she was Ji Yi’s assistant. Also, in the past year and five months, Ji Yi often stole or ruined Qian Ge’s jobs. All in all, she never let Qian Ge have a single day’s peace……

  There had been dramatic changes over the past year and five months. However, the only thing that hadn’t changed was He Jichen, whose whereabouts were still unknown.