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The only thing worth criticizing is that the songs she chose and her performance style both fit the current image of melancholy and dejection, even bordering on irritable emo.

It was a complete extreme from the child star Tang Liuli, who was famous for healing people's hearts and her sunny smile six years ago.

It was hard to imagine what kind of public outcry this would cause.

But compared to that...

Chu Yuanqing stared at her seriously for a long time, always feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly asked:

"You're... the child star who played Daliana in Magical Girl Daliana?!"

Tang Liuli frowned slightly. She calmly closed her suitcase, like a prickly little animal, and asked defensively:

"...Yes, do you need something?"

Chu Yuanqing was overjoyed. She took out a notebook and pen from her bag and asked:

"That's great, it really is you! Can you give me an autograph?"

Tang Liuli was taken aback, and her newly erected social defenses crumbled instantly.

Magical Girl Daliana was the first show she took on when she first entered the entertainment industry.

To be honest, the production of that show was as crude as her acting when she first started. It was broadcast a few years after filming, and its audience was so small that it didn't make much of a splash.

That was the lowest point of Tang Liuli's child star career.

So, she really didn't expect anyone to ask her for an autograph from that show one day.

What's more, Chu Yuanqing, this fan, was not only a competitor but also excessively beautiful and outstanding.

Tang Liuli was silent for a while, thinking that signing an autograph wouldn't hurt.

So, she impatiently took the notebook.

Although she seemed a bit irritable, she was quite compliant when signing, her movements smooth and fluid, as if she had practiced for a long time. Her handwriting was beautiful and grand, showing a classic "tsundere" attitude.

Chu Yuanqing happily put the notebook away and said thank you.

Tang Liuli stood up, moved to the side, and pushed her suitcase a little further away. She continued to squat on the ground, organizing her things, projecting an air of complete distance.

After a long pause, she casually asked as if nothing was wrong:

"...Do you really like that show?"

Chu Yuanqing thought for a moment and honestly replied:

"Not really, but my... niece likes it very much. I'm getting the autograph for her."

Magical Girl Daliana was the only TV show she had watched all the way through with her Daughter. She had even bought DVDs and toys as birthday gifts back then.

She remembered working an extra job on weekends just to buy the gifts.

But as for the show itself, there wasn't much to say. It was probably a boring, childish, and nonsensical heartwarming story.

A magical girl defeats the bad guys.

Justice ultimately triumphs over evil.

There weren't many twists or turns, everyone was laughing and joyful.

Chu Yuanqing liked stories like that, even if the process of the good guys defeating the bad guys was so ridiculous and childish, where everything could be redeemed and overcome with love, without any logic.

But that was fine.

The era that could produce Magical Girl Daliana.

The very fact of that era's existence was the greatest salvation for her.

On Chu Yuanqing's exquisite, picturesque face, her eyebrows relaxed, her expression gentle, and she smiled as if relieved.

At that moment, the gray glass of the lantern pendant hanging on her chest momentarily returned to sacred pure white, only to be submerged and swallowed by endless black threads.

But in that instant, a strange surge of magic occurred, spreading like a tide of positive emotions contained within, then extinguishing.

Tang Liuli, the sole bystander, was inevitably swept up in it, like Mary witnessing the descent of Jesus, lost in a kind of inclusive warmth.

In an instant, Tang Liuli stood stunned, her heart pounding violently. She felt as if the dark clouds covering her head were shattering. Her decadent and gloomy spirit was baptized, and an inexplicable clarity and peace permeated her entire body. Even her prickly psychological defenses were completely opened.

The girl's emerald green eyes were soft and sad. She murmured distractedly:

"It's... just like a mother."

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"Because it's polite."

But at this moment, Xie Qingxuan had already looked away, removed the clothes covering the camera, and sat down at the desk, picking up the personal iPad distributed in the dorm.

Although the iPad couldn't connect to the internet, it had cached dance videos.

These were distributed to each dorm based on the number of people and placed on their respective desks.

"You knocked, I just didn't think it was a big deal, so I didn't answer. I didn't expect you to react so strongly."

Chu Yuanqing felt it was dangerous to dwell on this topic, so she awkwardly changed the subject:

"Are you sleeping on the top or bottom bunk?"

"Bottom. There's only the top bunk left now. If you want the bottom, I can switch with you."

Xie Qingxuan's voice was light and airy, like morning mist, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

"No need, the top bunk is fine."

As Chu Yuanqing spoke, her gaze involuntarily drifted to Xie Qingxuan's damp hair. Seeing that she had no intention of drying it, Chu Yuanqing's long-standing compulsion to care for her daughter kicked in, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't you going to dry your hair?"

Xie Qingxuan remained unmoved, continuing to watch the dance video. Having come from Xingmen, she wasn't used to not having an assistant to handle these trivial matters for her. After a moment's thought, she said:

"It'll dry on its own later."

Chu Yuanqing silently organized her luggage for a while before looking at Xie Qingxuan's wet hair again. Her delicate and beautiful face was slightly furrowed. After holding back for a long time, she said:

"...If you don't mind, I can help you."

"Whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuanqing took another dry towel and patiently wiped Xie Qingxuan's damp hair.

Xie Qingxuan didn't move, like a golden retriever being petted, her eyelids drooped, making her seem both obedient and sleepy.