Qin He pressed his lips together and remained silent.
The corners of his lips curved with a certain sharpness, and his normally amorous and smiling peach-blossom eyes were now as deep as water.
Meng Tingxu poked the back of his hand resting on the steering wheel, "Qin He."
"Mm."
"If... I mean, if I get selected this time, to shoot the movie, would you be happy for me?"
Meng Tingxu was rarely serious, and as she spoke, she quietly gazed at him.
Qin He wanted to say he wouldn't be.
But for some reason, he suddenly remembered what Zhou Jingwei had said to him the day before.
So the words reached his lips but were swallowed back down, and he said softly, "I would be, I would be happy for you. Xuxu, I love you very much, but you are free, you can do anything you think is right, you can be happy, and live your life in the way you like."
Meng Tingxu couldn't speak for a long time.