In the quiet living room of the duplex apartment.
Beyond the window lay the vast, boundless Shen City Bay, its surface dyed into flowing gold by the setting sun.
Yet at that moment, the magnificent vista seemed to exist only as a backdrop for the woman standing before the window.
She stood there without moving.
The sunset rested on her shoulders like a layer of light so thin it was almost nonexistent.
For an instant, Zhang Yan was not even sure.
Whether what she was seeing was a person, or an illusion refracted from the light.
Noble, distant, untouchable—so breathtaking that she forgot how to breathe.
She stood there blankly, the lingering resonance of Ode to the Luo River still echoing in her mind when the impact of reality surged over her like a tide, utterly drowning her.
Su Yu.
That was Su Yu.
The household-name superstar, the radiant diva Su Yu.
"Ms. Zhang Yan?"
Cheng Xiaoxi beside her seemed to notice her loss of composure. She tilted her head slightly and softly reminded her.
That gentle voice was like a needle, lightly piercing through Zhang Yan's frozen thoughts.
She jolted awake, and an unprecedented sense of dizziness and awkwardness instantly swept over her.
At the same time, Wen Ruan's subtly suggestive words thundered in her ears like a spell: "Her relationship with Tang Song is also very special."
Su Yu and Tang Song?
Those two names seemed utterly unrelated, as though they belonged to two different worlds.
So how had they become connected in such a way?
Had she misunderstood?
But—why had Sister Wen Ruan deliberately emphasized it?
She looked at the figure ahead.
Her cheeks, ears, even her neck rapidly burned red. Instinctively, she clenched the hem of her clothes so tightly that the soft cotton fabric crumpled