Source of Life

Dreams were beautiful. Reality was rather empty.

Little Angel wished she could spread her wings and fly. Ye Ling could not move, and he needed to rest, so everyone was waiting for him to be able to sit up. Zhong Ran and Ah Da were injured too. The house was filled with injured men, and Shen Qianshu could only brush everything else off and allow them to recuperate.

Lin Xiaojuan phoned them. "I heard that something happened at your side. How are you? Haven't heard from you in days. Are you and Tong Hua okay?"

"We're fine. The thing occurred at another place. Don't worry, we will be back in a few days," Shen Qianshu said lightly. She always shared happy things and not unhappy things. "How are things going between you and Movie King?"

"Why are you still such a gossip queen when you are abroad?"

"Gossip is my source of life."

"Isn't your source of life Ye Ling?"

"We can't communicate in peace anymore."