She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

Just then, a coat was pulled down over his head.

A thick cashmere coat fell over her head, enveloping Liu Yifei in a warm, dark atmosphere.

The warmth of Xiao He's body lingered inside the coat.

At the same time, something landed on her shoulder—not a spark, but Xiao He's hand.

He pulled her forward, using his back to block that direction.

Liu Yifei peeked out through the gap in her coat.

Xiao He turned to the side, one arm braced against the back of the chair behind her, the other hand pressing against the edge of the coat, wrapping her head and shoulders tightly.

His face didn't show any exaggerated expression; his brows were slightly furrowed, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the sparks were coming, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, as if he were checking if there would be another wave.

On stage, Wang De continued to pour molten iron, and golden sparks exploded in the night sky, illuminating Xiao He's profile.

Her jawline was defined, her Adam's apple was slightly protruding, and the lines of her shoulders and back supported the thin sweatshirt.

Liu Yifei stared at his profile, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

When did this little brother grow up so big?

It wasn't the child who chased her around in the rehearsal hall when she was little.

Not the child who looks up and says "Happy New Year, Sister Xixi" when giving out red envelopes every Chinese New Year.

Before we knew it.

He is one.

The man blocking her way.

This guy seems to have really changed.

The fire has died down.

The theater fell silent again, with only the crackling sound of molten iron hitting the city wall on the stage and the gasps of the audience.

Xiao He made sure no more sparks flew over, then released his grip and pulled his coat over her head.

"Sis, it's alright now."

He sat back down, shook out his coat, and put it back on.

Liu Yifei remained silent.

The goggles were still on his face, covering most of it.

On stage, Wang De was pouring the last spoonful of molten iron, and golden sparks formed a waterfall in the night sky, making her glasses shine.

The last spark fell into the darkness.

The performance has ended.

The audience began to get up and leave.

Liu Yifei took off her goggles, but the light in her eyes had not completely dissipated.

"Let's go."

Her voice was very soft, and this time she didn't call him "brother" or "brat."

As I stepped out of the theater, a cold wind rushed towards me.

Liu Yifei took a deep breath, and white mist dissipated from the edge of her mask.

The two walked back along the stone path, the stone slabs under their feet were smooth, and the lights on the city wall in the distance were still on.

The tourists had mostly left, and only their footsteps echoed on the stone path, one in front of the other, one light and one heavy.

We walked for a long time.

"younger brother."

"Um?"

Do you know why I keep saying I don't want to get married?

Xiao He didn't answer; she knew he would listen.

"My mom raised me all by herself. As far back as I can remember, it was just her and me in the house. There was no dad. I've never felt like I was missing anything. She raised me very well and gave me everything she could."

She paused.

"She's not married, and she can still support me very well. Why can't I do the same?"

Xiao He did not speak.

"I've seen too much of this about marriage. Couples on set act all lovey-dovey, but after filming, they go back to their own rooms or go into the same room together. Directors and producers can do whatever they want for a role. Actors who don't appear together for three months are rumored to have broken up."

"It's not that I don't believe in love, it's that the entertainment industry has no place for love, only for fame and fortune."

"Even the final parting was a display of their ugliest sides, a confrontation, mutual harm, and hysteria. If I, Liu Yifei, ever faced that day, how tedious, helpless, and pathetic would it be in my life?"

"I won't allow it."

Liu Yifei stopped and turned to look at Xiao He.

"The world is so big, and there are so many people, but the only person I can talk to about anything is you."

Xiao He also stopped in his tracks.

The old houses on both sides of the stone-paved road stood silently in the night, with warm yellow light shining through the wooden lattice windows, outlining their silhouettes softly.

"Sister, you can't use such emotional tactics to fool me just to have a baby. This... is not fair."

"You brat, I haven't even finished speaking, and you've already guessed it..."

Liu Yifei laughed in exasperation, and with her small, pink fists, clad in white gloves, she lightly but firmly punched Xiao He's shoulder.

Xiao He wasn't that stupid; he started running, with Liu Yifei chasing after him.

The joyful laughter was as beautiful as the sparks flying in the night sky.

It was as if the two of them had returned to their childhood.

At the Wuhan Opera House, two childhood sweethearts.

We continued our journey, heading towards our next destination.

The car drove east along Kangqi Highway, with withered white poplar trees on both sides in winter.

Liu Yifei reclined her seat, propped her phone up on the center console, and played an old English song, which she hummed along to.

The silence was broken by a jolt.

Liu Yifei picked up her phone, glanced at the caller ID, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Feed".

The car was quiet, and Xiao He could vaguely hear a male voice on the other end of the line, speaking slowly and with an overly familiar casualness.

It sounds like they're talking about somewhere, Bali? Or Phuket? Sunshine, beaches, private villas, and free time after filming just wrapped.

Liu Yifei listened without any change in expression.

"No."

She interrupted the other person.

They said a few more words, their tone shifting from casual to a probing inquiry.

I said, no.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a few more words were said before the call ended.

The car fell silent.

Who is it?

"A friend."

Xiao He grinned: "Sis, now that you have me as your brother, you don't need the surname Song anymore, right?"

It's very easy to guess who just called.

Liu Yifei turned her head, her eyes carrying a "What are you talking about?" expression.

"You? You're not even a trainee who's joined the group yet, what makes you think you're worthy of my attention?"

"Sis, I'll be super, super famous in just one year."

Xiao He glanced at Liu Yifei briefly: "When I pin my Weibo and short videos, it'll be the scene of us running around the opera house when we were kids. All the buzz will be about you."

Liu Yifei looked at his profile, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Okay, let's not talk about whether you're popular or not, just pin me to the top of your chat list now."

"I'm practically invisible now, what's the point of pinning me to the top? It'll only drag you down."

"We're like siblings, so I can share some of your popularity," Liu Yifei said matter-of-factly. "That way, if you try to become a trainee, your results will be better."

Xiao He shook his head.

"Sis, I know you mean well, I know you're good to me. I also know you think I like to exaggerate. We'll see about that later, okay?"

Liu Yifei wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't.

Xiao He gripped the steering wheel, glancing at Liu Yifei's profile out of the corner of his eye.

She was looking down at her phone, the light from the screen reflecting off her face, making her expression unreadable.

Several things were running through his mind.

In August 2015, Liu Yifei and Song Seung-heon announced their relationship, coinciding with the promotional period for the movie "The Third Way of Love" and the hype surrounding their cross-border romance.

However, there are almost no interaction records on Liu Yifei's personal Weibo.

In the early hours of January 8, 2018, Liu Yifei posted three words on Weibo: "Hehe da".

Subsequently, Song Seung-heon's side officially announced the breakup through Korean media, citing "busy schedules leading to less time spent together" as the official reason.

Netizens have counted that from the time they went public with their relationship in 2015 to their breakup in 2018, Song Seung-heon responded to the relationship more than 30 times, while Liu Yifei's response was only 42 words in total.

After the news of the breakup broke, Liu Yifei's Weibo comment section was flooded with "Happy Breakup" messages, and fans launched a lottery in the super topic with prizes ranging from cosmetics to cash, as if celebrating some kind of holiday.

This is all that will happen in the future.

but.

Xiao He gripped the steering wheel and suddenly thought of a question.

As he is reborn, the things that happened to him are slowly changing.

His trajectory shifted from the moment he decided to debut through the talent show "Idol Producer" and took the opportunity to visit Liu Yifei in Beijing.

In his previous life, he didn't knock on Liu Yifei's door in 2017, didn't hear her say "Help me have a child," and didn't go on a road trip with her...

Since many stories are starting anew, why not make some changes?

Xiao He tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel.

"sister."

"Um?"

"Post a message on Weibo and break up with that guy surnamed Song."