Perhaps,
it was time to end it.
She had once thought that being pretty, willing to work hard, and having some foundation from studying theater would be enough to gain a foothold in the entertainment industry and become famous. Now, she finally understood that those had truly only been a young girl's fantasies.
So many theater students graduated every year, but how many of them actually became stars? Many drifted around the world of extras. The lucky ones found connections and begged their senior brothers and sisters to put in a good word, landing minor supporting roles. But how many truly made it in this industry?
They were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Many people spent several years in the industry, realized there was no future in it, and unwillingly switched careers. After all, they still had to support themselves.
Dreams were fine, but dreams did not put food on the table.
Perhaps she should wake up from hers too!
Just then, she suddenly felt someone gently pat her shoulder. Song Xi was startled and quickly looked up, only to see a wet wipe being handed to her.
"Wipe yourself off."
A gentle male voice said.
Song Xi froze.
At that moment, Song Xi's eyes brimmed with tears, droplets filling her large eyes. Her makeup had run badly. She had covered her face while crying just now, smearing black and white all over it. She looked utterly miserable.
"It's you!"
Song Xi blinked her misty, wet eyes as she spoke.
Jiang Hao smiled. "I was across the street just now and suddenly saw a beautiful woman crying over here. I took a closer look and—oh, wasn't that the little bridesmaid? So I came over. Wipe up. Your makeup's all ruined."
Upon hearing that, Song Xi let out