Ni Bingyan suddenly realized this.
'How many excellent women lose their minds the moment they get into a relationship?' As someone who'd been single since birth, she truly couldn't understand.
'It's not like he's the last man on Earth. Is it really worth losing yourself over him?'
'If you don't even love yourself, what kind of brainless man would believe you truly love him?'
'Forget it. No matter how detailed a novel is, it can't cover every single thing. Besides, the relationship between this world and the novels and scripts she had read was still debatable.'
Life isn't a performance; you can't just live by a script.
"You have a point. You make the call. I'll go pack. If we forget something when we go down the mountain later, it'll be a pain to come back for it."
Knowing it wasn't about someone stealing a role, but just a matter of the heart, Peng Huan relaxed and found an excuse to make herself scarce.
