Chapter 114

These days, the agent threw herself into her career. She occasionally visited a bar to unwind, and when she felt lonely, she dated a handsome guy for a little while.

Now she, too, could say she had life in the palm of her hand.

That was why she cared about Xie Tingsi and took his future and career seriously.

Nearly half a year had passed without a new project, so of course she was anxious.

"All right. I'll read them carefully and narrow them down." Xie Tingsi took the scripts. "Thanks, Sister Yan."

His agent said, "The best way to thank me is to hurry up and make a movie."

Xie Tingsi read quickly. Truthfully, the scripts were all good, but most of the roles overlapped with ones he had played before. They didn't interest him much.

Before long, the pile of scripts set aside grew taller, while his options dwindled.

His agent was anxious, but she wasn't about to interfere rashly with his judgment.

At their studio, Xie Tingsi's wishes came first.

With only two scripts left, his agent was already thinking about how to persuade him—and how to find more scripts.

She needed a backup plan.

Xie Tingsi wasn't particularly interested in any of them. An actor needed more than the ability to perform; he had to know how to choose a script.

Gifted as he was, Xie Tingsi had his own way of picking roles.

Without realizing it, he reached the last script—Survivor.

He opened it to the first page and was immediately drawn in.

The entire page held only one line of the protagonist's monologue: "I'm the only survivor. Everyone says I'm lucky."

"...But only I know that a part of me never left that devastated place."

Yan Qiaolan had been watching him the whole time.