Jiang Yi’s back instantly tensed: "Heyue?"
"I’m serious." Yun Heyue held his hand and smiled, "Look at us, just to date, we have to hide and dodge, and on top of that, guard against all sorts of media every day, it’s pretty tiring."
"I can go public." Jiang Yi’s breathing was unsettled. "You know, I’ve always told you, I can go public."
"I know, you said that since we got together." Yun Heyue’s gaze was clear, "But we’re both still on the rise, we haven’t yet ventured onto the global stage, going public now would ruin your career, and it would also destroy my dreams."
This sentence was very realistic.
But it was like a sharp blade, piercing into Jiang Yi’s heart.
In an instant, blood flowed freely.
Yun Heyue lowered her head: "Besides, I’m really tired too."
When a person doesn’t care about something, they become invulnerable, impervious to all harms.
But once they care, even the slightest disturbance will make them anxious and fearful.
She certainly knew that she and Jiang Yi had a large number of CP fans.
Back when she was cross-dressing as a male, their CP fans were already quite numerous.
But after she reverted to her female identity, the original CP fans turned directly into anti-fans.
The later CP fans grew slowly afterward.
Before she and Jiang Yi got together, this later batch of CP fans had grown to over a hundred thousand.
Every day they delighted in piecing together clues to make connections.
When Yun Heyue had free time, she’d also secretly browse the super topic on Weibo.
At first, she found this group of fans quite amusing.
Obviously, there was nothing going on, yet they insisted on finding sweetness.
She also saw the toxic solo fans and anti-fans say she wasn’t worthy of Jiang Yi, but at the time, she felt nothing.
Until Jiang Yi pursued her.
That day was New Year’s Eve.
They were invited by Chuguang Media to a program, performing a duet dance.
Eight months later, the collaboration between the team leader and the vice leader sparked a new wave of buzz.
He cornered her backstage.
His makeup was still on, and he hadn’t changed out of his dance costume.
Jiang Yi was extremely good-looking, otherwise, he wouldn’t have become such a top-ranking idol.
He had a kind of roguish charm about him.
When he spoke, it carried a bit of rakishness: "Captain, consider it, how about a boyfriend?"
A car stopped in front of the villa.
Jiang Yi walked down the steps, his expression bleak.
"Kicked out?" The manager was surprised, "So even you have such a day."
The relationship between Jiang Yi and Yun Heyue wasn’t a secret in either of their agencies.
"No." Jiang Yi spoke, his voice hoarse, "We broke up."
The manager was startled, the ash from the cigarette burnt his hand: "What?"
He knew how fierce Jiang Yi had been in pursuing Yun Heyue.
"How could you just say break up and that’s it?"
Jiang Yi was silent for a while, then recounted the earlier events.
The manager also fell silent: "She’s right."
Jiang Yi looked up: "How is she right?"
"Tell me, what can you give her?" The manager smoked, lowering his voice, "The label stuck to you is still that of a traffic star. A traffic star relies on fans, unless you quit the industry altogether."
Jiang Yi was indifferent: "That’s not impossible either."
"You’re really joking." The manager chuckled angrily, "What did you step into this circle for in the first place? For your dreams. And as of now, you’re not yet at the level of Best Actor Shang."

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