A Billion Stars Can't Amount to You

Editor:Caron_

Just for an instant, the three words “He Yuguang” crossed her mind.

In this world, aside from Yuguang Ge who asked if she was interested in “Three Thousand Lunatics” just two days ago when they were together, there wasn’t anybody else who knew about her interest.

And his younger brother, He Jichen, was now someone in the entertainment industry, so it was normal for him to have contacts in the field.

So it was Yuguang Ge. It was Yuguang Ge helped me...

As Ji Yi thought about this, she couldn’t help but go back to her nightstand. She grabbed her phone, found He Yuguang’s number, then sent him a text: “Yuguang Ge, are you asleep?”

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After reading the script for “Three Thousand Lunatics”, He Jichen rubbed his sore eyes from the many hours in front of the computer. Then he casually reached for the pack of cigarettes on the desk and lit one up.

He didn’t smoke it but let it burn between his fingertips. He closed his eyes and laid back into his chair as he inhaled the faint smell of tobacco.

As the cigarette burnt down halfway, He Jichen pressed the cigarette into the ashtray. He straightened up and started to form his opinions of the script for “Three Thousand Lunatics”.

Just as he wrote two points, his phone on the table let out a “ding!”

He casually grabbed his phone and unlocked the screen to find that it was empty—he didn’t get any new messages. With furrowed brows, he felt confused for a moment. Then he suddenly realized something. He put the phone down and swapped it out for the other phone by the cup of coffee.

As he typed away on the keyboard with one hand, he used his other hand to unlock the phone.

Sure enough, there was a new message notification. He Jichen casually unlocked the phone and continued to type away at the keyboard for a while. He turned his head, glanced over at the screen, and saw the words: “Yuguang Ge, are you up?” His fingers slowly stopped typing.

He glanced at the timestamp on the message at the top right corner. It was about to be twelve at night.

It was so late, yet she was up texting He Yuguang...

He Jichen’s throat felt like it was being choked and burnt; it had a thick, sore feeling. He hesitated for a moment as his hand shifted from the computer to the phone screen. He tapped a few times and sent the message: “Not yet. Manman, what’s up?”

–

After she successfully sent her text, Ji Yi noticed it was getting late. She figured that He Yuguang must’ve already gone to bed, so she didn’t hold on to any hope that he’d reply. She casually put her phone back on the nightstand.

After coming back from a trip to the bathroom, Ji Yi figured that since she had a class tomorrow morning, she better climb into bed. Just as she was about to force herself to sleep, the phone by her pillow suddenly lit up.

She turned her head and saw He Yuguang’s message: “Not yet. Manman, what’s up?”

Ji Yi drafted a text on her phone: “Yuguang Ge, it’s so late. You’re still up?”

He Yuguang replied: “Mm, I’m busy with some things.”

Before Ji Yi could reply, another text popped onto the screen: “Texting me so late at night... did something happen?”