Seeing my name and Ling Zhi's name appear on the hot search list, I was still in a daze.

The agent looked at me dazed and sighed:

"Recently, I don't know what's going on with everyone. The things between you and Ling Zhi have been dug up, but the company thought it was a good hot topic, so they didn't stop it."

I looked at the first place on the hot search list, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally clicked on it.

As soon as I clicked on it, I saw some familiar yet blurry pictures.

Those were the few rare photos of me and Ling Zhi.

Back then, Ling Zhi was extremely popular, often surrounded by fans whenever he went out.

As for me and him, we were in a secret relationship, barely seeing each other for almost a year.

The gap in our fame was so huge that we never had a chance to appear together on stage.

The only time was at the New Year's Eve party that year, where I was the host and he was the finale performer, leaving a photo together.

In that photo, I had a bright smile on my face, while Ling Zhi stood beside me with a stiff smile, looking somewhat angry.

Looking at it now, it had a sense of cluelessness and displeasure.

Next to this photo, there was a caption written by the creator.

The caption read:

"At that time, both Ling Zhi and Fang Yun Zhi were still young and inexperienced, but one had already stepped onto the international stage, while the other was still a lesser-known singer in the domestic scene.

The only circulated photo of them at the time was this one from the New Year's Eve, where they were a performer and a host."

I stared at this photo for a long time, thinking that there would be no more ripples in my heart, yet I couldn't help but feel a wave of emotions.

I scrolled the screen and came to another picture.

The next picture was a collage of two photos of me and Ling Zhi.

My photo was the cover of my second album.

That album was my most successful one up to now, the one that propelled me into the spotlight.

As for Ling Zhi's photo, it was from his concert that same year.

The caption of this collage was long:

"That year, twenty-four-year-old Fang Yun Zhi finally broke through with her second album and truly entered the public eye.

That year, many people came to know of a singer named Fang Yun Zhi, whose songs were warm and powerful.

That year, twenty-seven-year-old Ling Zhi embarked on his first global tour, with every concert being a full house.

One just emerging into fame, the other already renowned worldwide.

No one knew about their relationship, but this was their fourth year of love."

As I read the last word, my pupils trembled.

At that moment, the car slowly came to a stop.

The agent opened the car door and got out first, and I followed closely behind her, turning off my phone, wearing a mask, and getting out of the car.

This was a pre-shooting dinner for the reality show Love Observation Room.

Following the agent into the private room, before I could finish greeting everyone with a smile, my smile froze.

I looked at Ling Zhi, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, on my left, and my smile froze on my face.

Counting on my fingers, Ling Zhi and I hadn't seen each other in six years.

In the past few years, we had deliberately avoided each other. Despite being in the same circle, we never crossed paths at any event.

Seeing him this time was completely unexpected.

Ling Zhi's appearance was almost unchanged from six years ago. At the age of forty, there were hardly any wrinkles on his face.

I stood still, while Ling Zhi naturally greeted me:

"Long time no see, Teacher Fang."

Coming back to my senses, I smiled and nodded at him again, "Long time no see, Teacher Ling."

The meal was tasteless.

People at the table must have seen the recent hot topics and gossip about us over the past few days, as their eyes kept darting back and forth between me and Ling Zhi.

But no one dared to ask directly.

They could only cast ambiguous glances at me and Ling Zhi.

The happiest ones were probably the investors and the director, who couldn't stop smiling, sipping their wine.

After the meal, I hardly ate anything.

Back at the hotel booked by the production team, I lay on the bed and ordered a bowl of spicy hot pot.

The agent came in with the hot pot, looking helpless:

"We have a shoot early tomorrow morning, and you're ordering such spicy hot pot late at night."

I took the hot pot and smiled at her, trying to please her, "I'll just have a little bit, just a little bit!"

With that, I even lifted the hot pot in front of her that I had hardly touched.

The agent rubbed her forehead, ignoring me.

Unwrapping the chopsticks, I couldn't help but wonder if I had seen Ling Zhi too many times today. His face unconsciously flashed in my mind.

I've always loved eating hot pot, especially late at night, always ordering an extra serving of potato noodles.

Because one serving wasn't enough, but two servings would be too much.

Every time when there was a bit of potato noodles left, I would look at Ling Zhi on the bed, already prepared to sleep.

When he noticed my pleading eyes, Ling Zhi would reluctantly get up from the bed.

He would walk to me, lightly tap my forehead, take the chopsticks from me, and finish the leftover potato noodles.

After finishing the last bite of potato noodles, just as I was about to wipe my mouth with a tissue, the agent rushed in with her phone.

She handed me the phone to look at.

On the screen were the photos of me and Ling Zhi from the dinner.

In the photos, both of us were looking at each other, with slight smiles on our faces, our eyes soft and warm in the dim light,

There was an indescribable sense of tenderness and affection when gazing at each other.