This director is vindictive.

Although many men have a "white moonlight" in their hearts—that person who is forever etched in their memory, the way she looked when they first met, or rather, the way she looked during the most beautiful time of her life.

Otherwise, the saying "If only life were as beautiful as the first time we met" would not have been passed down.

Unfortunately, most beautiful fantasies shatter the moment you see her again, and it's never the same feeling again.

As a "white moonlight" in the hearts of many in the entertainment industry, she may not be the most beautiful. Compared to Fan Binbin and Gao Yuanyuan, it's really hard to say in terms of looks. After all, those two can be considered to be at the pinnacle of beauty in the Chinese entertainment industry.

In terms of sexiness, she may not be the sexiest, but she is definitely the most unique and unforgettable.

Almost all the fans who came tonight were longtime fans who had liked her for many years.

After all, they flew in from all over the country several days in advance, and their travel expenses alone were not a small amount.

Not to mention, it will take several days.

So, many people actually come here to say goodbye to their past selves and their youth—but who would have thought they would see such a scene?
Saying the sky collapsed is a bit of an exaggeration, but at that moment, everyone wished they had never been there at all.

Seeing the "white moonlight" who had become noticeably plumper, with a large pregnant belly, and being carefully supported by Chen Mo, everyone felt a mix of emotions, like a spilled spice bottle.

If you like her, you should wish her well. After all, she didn't belong to anyone in the first place. But at this moment, all that's left is sighing and indignation towards Chen Mo.

As a result, the once bustling and lively National Stadium suddenly fell silent, as if a mute button had been pressed.

Chen Mo was filled with regret at this moment—if looks could kill, he would have been torn to pieces by the gazes of these people present.

Not to mention fans, even passersby looked at Chen Mo with undisguised hostility.

The main problem is that Chen Mo, that bastard, he's really inhuman!

What they did was absolutely inhuman!

Well, it's not a big deal that my ideal woman—the fairy sister—is pregnant with a big belly.

But then, they turned around and made her, who was pregnant and had physical disabilities, walk the red carpet!
This is absolutely outrageous and shows a complete lack of consideration for human beings.

Chen Mo himself felt incredibly wronged. He had actually tried to persuade her, but unfortunately, there was a hot-tempered, jerk-like woman next to him who kept egging him on.

In addition, since retiring from the entertainment industry, although her life seems to be going normally, upon closer examination, she spent almost the entire first twenty years of her life in the spotlight. Suddenly disappearing completely from the public eye, over time, she herself has come to miss that feeling of being noticed.

Moreover, pregnant women are prone to mood swings and are more sensitive.

With several factors combined, Chen Mo finally couldn't resist and had to nod in agreement.

However, in the eyes of all the onlookers, Chen Mo's actions were utterly "inhuman"!
The way they looked at him was like it was carrying knives, filled with incomprehension, blame, and anger, as if they were collectively condemning him: How could you be so disregardful of her, exposing her to the public eye at a time like this? This completely shattered their image of a "white moonlight" who should be carefully protected and kept away from trouble.

The reunion (or farewell) was not pleasant; instead, it caused cracks in the cherished perfect impression due to the seemingly "inconsiderate" reality before them.

For a moment, the scene was incredibly strange and awkward!
Even media reporters became cautious when pressing the shutter button.

Chen Mo also felt a bit like he was sitting on pins and needles, but fortunately, the fairy sister was considerate at this moment.

She slowly walked towards the fan group holding up support signs that read "Eternal White Moonlight" and "Eternal Fairy Sister".

People around instinctively made way for them.

Compared to the eerie silence at the scene, the situation in the live broadcast room was completely different.

"Chen Mo, you really deserve to die!"

"Even though I'm a fan of the professor, this time, I also think he's really a dog!"

"That doesn't make sense. Is it possible that the fairy sister herself wanted to come?"

"I feel the same way. Chen Mo has no reason to do this, judging from how cautious he is."

"I don't care, where the hell is my forty-meter-long sword? I really want to give him a good whack!"

"Second Battalion Commander, where's my Italian artillery?"

Meanwhile, outside the National Stadium.

Liu Yifei and Chen Mo finally arrived at her exclusive fan area.

The person in charge of leading this fan group is a man in his thirties.

It's rare to see someone his age still a fan of celebrities, but he's different. He's liked Liu Yifei since the "Return of the Condor Heroes" era.

However, this affection wasn't the kind of obsessive infatuation. It was more because, having watched her grow up, this affection had long since become a part of his own youthful memories.

He is now married and has his own career, but he still came this time and became the leader of the fan club.

He had hoped to use this method to bring his youth to a perfect close.

He never expected that this would be the final outcome.

However, when the real person of the "white moonlight" he once liked came to him, the initial indignation gradually subsided.

Liu Yifei looked at her longtime fan and recognized him at a glance. She said softly, "Thank you for coming. I remember you. Your name is Liu Feng, right? I saw you outside when I went to record 'Happy Camp' before."

"Yes, I am Liu Feng!" the man replied excitedly.

He never expected that the "Fairy Sister" would actually remember him.

Liu Feng's gaze unconsciously fell on Liu Yifei's noticeably protruding belly. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Liu Yifei gently stroked her belly, a tender smile blooming on her face: "Actually, you've all misunderstood Chen Mo. He never wanted me to come. But I wanted to see you all again, and tell you in person—I'm doing very well now, really well."

Upon hearing this, Liu Feng's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

This is the first time I've ever seen a grown man like this.

He himself couldn't explain why.

Perhaps it's because of that youth that can never be returned to, perhaps it's because the "white moonlight" in my memory still remembers me, or perhaps it's something else entirely.
Liu Yifei's gaze then turned to another woman who was also not young.

"You are Yang Yanyan, Aifei Yisheng? Right?"

"Yes, Sister Yifei, it's me! I didn't expect you to still remember me!" Yang Yanyan said excitedly. "Of course I remember you. I often see you at events. You're also the moderator of my super topic, right?" Liu Yifei said with a smile.

"Yes, but you've left the entertainment industry, and the supertopic has been disbanded." Yang Yanyan seemed a little disappointed.

Liu Yifei gently shook her head, her gaze tender and frank: "Actually, just like it is often written in books, 'If life were only as beautiful as the first time we met,' it would certainly be wonderful, but people always have to move forward. The life I have now is the one I want."

She paused, then looked at the two longtime fans who had been with her since her youth, her voice filled with heartfelt emotion: "Thank you for leaving the best of your memories of the 'Little Dragon Girl'. But for me, being able to live the present, the real life, with your blessings is the best way to say goodbye to that time."

As she spoke, she subconsciously patted her lower abdomen again, her smile revealing a sense of peace and satisfaction.

Looking at Liu Yifei, who had a gentle smile and a calm demeanor, Yang Yanyan suddenly felt that the "fairy sister" who was once ethereal on screen was now radiating a maternal glow and a sense of grounded happiness that was more vivid and dazzling than any other character.

The lingering regret she felt about the "disbandment" and "farewell" was suddenly soothed by that genuine smile. Yes, the white moonlight shines so brightly because it forever hangs in the night sky of memory; while the lights of the human world warm the present moment.

The reporter's camera perfectly captured this heartwarming scene.

Liu Yifei's gaze then turned to other fans. She was familiar with many of these fans, because most of them were true fans and long-time supporters.

Her eyes involuntarily reddened.

Meanwhile, in the live stream room.

"Oh my god, the fairy sister is still so gentle, I'm crying."

"So it was her own idea to come, and we misunderstood Chen Mo?"

"Seeing her happy, I suddenly felt relieved. The white moonlight must eventually live in reality."

"Liu Yifei still remembers her fans' names, she truly deserves it! Best wishes to her!"

"My youth has ended, but I'm happy for her!"

"She said, 'Live each day to the fullest with your blessings,' and that broke me."

"From today onwards, I only wish her peace and happiness. Goodbye, Little Dragon Girl!"

"Is anyone in the live stream crying with us? This is the best way to say goodbye."

Liu Yifei greeted each fan individually, calling out their names, and asking if she didn't know them.

Finally, she approached her fans, turned to the reporters, and said, "Could you take a group photo for us? I want to show it to my children later!"

The reporters naturally couldn't refuse.

At this very moment, countless reporters had already gathered around, holding up their cameras.

Because of the large number of fans, the group photos had to be taken in batches.

However, there was no pushing or shoving at the scene; everyone consciously maintained order and waited quietly.

In truth, everyone knows in their hearts that this silence is not out of indifference or lack of enthusiasm. On the contrary, it is precisely because they cherish and want to protect the person in front of them who was once called "white moonlight" that they choose to silently guard them in this way.

After all, she was pregnant, and her belly was already noticeably protruding, so she needed extra care when moving around.

Chen Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was well aware that allowing a pregnant woman, several months along and nearing her due date, to walk the red carpet and face such a large public occasion carried numerous risks.

Moreover, prior to this, deafening screams and shouts erupted outside the venue. Such high-decibel noise would be oppressive even for ordinary people, and would be a considerable burden for pregnant women.

But at this moment, all the noise subsided. The only sounds in the room were soft conversations, restrained movements, and warm gazes.

This sudden tranquility was not awkward; rather, it wove an invisible yet resilient net, firmly supporting the woman at the center, surrounded by love.

There were no cheers, yet it was more solemn than any cheer; there were no words, yet it was more sincere than a thousand words—this is probably the best interpretation of "silence speaks louder than words": in a shared understanding and care, all the unspoken blessings and farewells have quietly flowed and spread throughout the entire space.

This scene was clearly transmitted across the entire internet through countless cameras and live broadcasts.

In today's entertainment industry, which is often filled with hype, antagonism, and restlessness, such a scene is rare—between idols and fans, there is no crazy shouting and pushing, only restrained excitement and silent protection.
The absence of possessive fervor, coupled with a deep gaze of understanding and respect, makes it all the more precious, like a breath of fresh air.

This warm atmosphere of mutual understanding and support touches people's hearts and stands in stark contrast to the usual noisy scenes.

This is something that celebrities who rely on short-term traffic and data accumulation cannot create.

Their fan base may appear larger, their support more enthusiastic, and their behavior even more extreme, but it is often mixed with too much competition, a desire to keep up with the Joneses, and projected fantasies. It is more like a collective emotional outburst and pursuit than a genuine affection based on long-term understanding and sincere dedication.

At this moment, the quiet fan area outside the National Stadium presents a deep and serene sentiment.

Fans protect their idols' health with silence, while the idols repay their youth by remembering every name.

This is not a one-sided admiration, but a two-way journey that transcends time.

She remembered who they were, and that they were protecting her happiness at this moment.

This relationship has long transcended the simple bond between idol and worshipper; it has become an integral part of their shared memories.

That's why this heartwarming scene is so touching. It's understated yet powerful; it's about farewell, but even more so, it's full of blessings. It shows people that beyond the fast-paced entertainment culture, there exists a deeper and more sincere connection—that is, true affection is wishing you well, even if your happiness is unrelated to me.

After a series of photos were taken.

Liu Yifei returned to the red carpet amidst the reluctance of many fans.

The scene was incredibly heartwarming, and the actions of her fans touched everyone else as well.

Everyone remained restrained. Although there was no unified command, there was no noise at the scene with tens of thousands of people. Even the most experienced reporters were amazed by this scene.

At this moment, Liu Yifei's eyes were already red and swollen.

She kept turning back, but the red carpet eventually came to an end.

Only when she completely disappeared from the fans' sight did sobs begin to ripple through the crowd.

They didn't know why they just felt like crying for no reason!

Perhaps this truly is the end of an era, a farewell to youth! (End of Chapter)