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"Ah?" She was slightly surprised, "This... no rush, don't work too hard, you've been writing the screenplay recently, and increasing the workload..."
"That's not a problem, on the contrary, I haven't written songs for two or three months." He paused, then laughed, "They think I'm monk's meat, all kinds of demons and ghosts are coming out."
Pei Muchan was silent; when you're famous, troubles abound, but even without fame, troubles are plenty.
"Then you should rest early."
"Mhm." Xu Qingyan nodded and watched as the elevator doors closed.
In the elevator, Pei Muchan watched the floors ascend continuously, always feeling an emptiness inside. It seemed like something was missing, making the day feel incomplete.
What was missing? She thought and thought, then her pupils suddenly shrank. Her heartbeat sped up rapidly, and she quickly shook her head, casting out the thought that had appeared in her mind.
Such thoughts were too dangerous, and abnormal.