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It snowed in New York for three days and three nights.

When the weather cleared up, the atmosphere of the "The Devil Wears Prada" crew had already become quite subtle.

The most noticeable change is that the white actresses playing extras have started to actively seek out Liu Qianqian for photos.

"Crystal, your song is amazing! My boyfriend listened to it on repeat all day while driving!"

"Could you sign this album cover for me?"

Surrounded by the crowd, Liu Qianqian looked flattered and overwhelmed.

She secretly turned her head to look at Yu Le, who was sitting on a canvas chair in the distance drinking from a thermos, as if to say: Dad, look, your daughter is now a big shot in Hollywood!

Yu Le didn't even lift her eyelids, but gave her a thumbs up.

It means: Okay, Earth's gravity is still there, stop drifting.

Emily walked over with the coffee and naturally took Liu Qianqian's arm.

"Crystal, do you have any plans for the Christmas holidays? My mom really wants to invite you over for turkey."

Liu Qianqian smiled and declined in fluent English.

"Thank you, Emily. But my dad says he'll cook me sweet and sour pork ribs himself."

Emily looked confused.

"Your dad? Your dad's in New York too?"

Liu Qianqian pointed to the man in the distance who was dozing off with a thermos in his hand.

"That one."

Emily turned her head and glanced at it, her lips twitching slightly.

"...He looks...chill."

……

After Christmas, the film crew flew to Paris.

January in Paris is cold and damp, with the air filled with the aroma of coffee and toast.

The film crew built a set at a five-star hotel near the Champs-Élysées.

This is the most crucial scene in the entire film.

In order to preserve her fashion empire, Miranda didn't hesitate to push her longtime partner of over a decade, Nigel, off a cliff.

Andy witnessed all of this from inside the car.

Director David convened a meeting with all the main creators before filming began.

"There are only two scenes today."

David pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his tone extremely serious.

"The first scene is inside the car. Miranda tells Andy why she sacrificed Nigel."

Scene Two, Parisian Streets. Andy's Departure.

"These two scenes define the soul of the entire film."

David turned to Meryl and Liu Qianqian.

"Please, gentlemen."

Meryl, holding what appeared to be her umpteenth cup of espresso, nodded slightly to David.

Liu Qianqian clutched the script, her palms already damp with a thin layer of sweat.

Yu Le sat in the corner, a thermos on her lap, quietly watching her.

No advice was given.

There were no words of encouragement.

He just sat there.

But every time Liu Qianqian looked back in that direction, she felt a little more at ease.

……

"Action!"

A black Mercedes slowly drove through the streets of Paris.

In the back seat, Meryl Streep, playing Miranda, leaned against the car window. Her makeup was still exquisite, but her expression revealed a rare weariness.

Liu Qianqian sat next to her, wearing a well-tailored dark dress.

The awakened Andy in Paris is completely different from the country bumpkin in New York wearing a bulky sweater.

But at this moment, there was no trace of the smugness that came with her transformation on her face.

I was simply shocked.

At the dinner just now, Miranda, in front of everyone, personally handed over the promotion opportunity that Nigel had been waiting for for many years to someone else.

Nigel said nothing, just held his wine glass, his smile frozen on his face.

"You think I'm cruel."

Meryl's voice was completely flat, eerily calm.

"But have you ever considered how your actions were any different from mine the moment you replaced Emily in Paris?"

Liu Qianqian was startled.

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute.

But the words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get them out.

Because what Miranda said was true.

Meryl turned her head and looked at her.

There was a chilling hint of "appreciation" in that superior's scrutiny.

"Andy, stop lying to yourself."

"You have become me."

The camera zoomed in for a close-up of Liu Qianqian.

Her eyelashes trembled twice.

The light in his pupils was shattering little by little.

It wasn't the kind of breakdown where you burst into tears.

Rather, it was a profound disappointment that came after recognizing reality.

"Card!"

"Perfect."

……

The final scene.

Streets of Paris.

The morning sun shines through the thin mist onto the banks of the Seine.

Liu Qianqian, wearing an expensive dress and high heels, walked along the cobblestone path.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

The screen displays: Miranda Priestly.

She stopped in her tracks.

I looked down at the name that kept flashing.

David held his breath behind the monitor.

The entire room fell silent.

Liu Qianqian gripped the phone.

She looked up at the shimmering surface of the Seine in the distance.

Then--

She smiled.

It was a smile of relief, resolve, a touch of reluctance yet utter clarity.

She raised her arm and flipped her wrist.

The phone traced an arc before landing in the roadside fountain.

With a "plop," water splashed everywhere.

Liu Qianqian turned around and strode forward.

The sound of high heels striking pebbles was crisp and powerful.

She didn't turn around.

The camera lingered on her receding figure.

The Parisian morning light bathed her in a pale golden glow.

"Card--"

David's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Filming for "The Devil Wears Prada" has wrapped!

The entire crew erupted in deafening cheers and applause.

Meryl walked over from the rest area, opened her arms, and hugged Liu Qianqian tightly.

"Child, you did it."

Meryl whispered in her ear.

"Remember how you felt today."

Liu Qianqian felt a soreness in her nose and her eyes burned.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying her best to hold back, but tears still slipped down her cheeks.

……

At the wrap party.

David stood up, holding a glass of champagne.

"To our best Andy."

He looked at Liu Qianqian, who was sitting in the corner eating bread.

"To be honest, I was full of doubts about you before filming. But now, I can say that you gave Andy a possibility I never imagined."

"Thank you, Crystal."

The whole table raised their glasses.

Liu Qianqian was given a glass of champagne, and two red clouds instantly appeared on her face as she smiled foolishly.

Yu Le walked over, confiscated the cup from her hand, and said with disdain:

"Alright, your alcohol tolerance is even lower than your younger brother Mu Chen's milk tolerance."

"Dad—"

"Pack your things, I'm going home tomorrow!"