"No idea."
Jing Xi shook her head. She had no plan at all. Nothing seemed exciting anymore.
If it was not for her family and friends she might have committed suicide.
"Do you remember how depressed I was when Dazhi passed away? I was down to hell. Everything seemed grey. I almost tried to kill myself."
"Yes. You were strong and managed to get over it."
"No! It was not me getting over it, but you saving me from it."
Fang Xiaocheng held Jing Xi's hands and continued, "Do you remember how you did that? You found me something to do. You asked me to make your novel into a movie script.
"That was how I got engaged in working and barely had any time to mourn Dazhi. As time passed I eventually got over the loss of him.
"Yanyan, I think you should go back to acting. Choose a script you like. Only when you engage yourself in work will you have no time to grieve.