Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

Late at night, the study was completely silent.

A light rain began to fall outside the window, and fine raindrops clung to the glass, reflecting the ever-burning lights of the capital city in the distance.

Lin Yuan had just finished processing the last email from the legal department regarding the overseas publication of "Pride and Prejudice." He raised his hand to rub his slightly sore temples and leaned back wearily in the solid wood chair.

Just then, the study door was gently pushed open a crack.

Gu Zhiwan held a bowl of freshly cooked, steaming hot sweet fermented rice balls in her hands, which emitted a delightful sweet aroma.

"Director Lin, aren't you done yet?"

Gu Zhiwan gently placed the small bowl on the corner of the table, then squatted down and curled up like a kitten in the single sofa in the corner of the study. She casually picked up the sleepy American Shorthair "Matuan" from her arms and stroked its fur idly.

"Finished your work?" Lin Yuan turned to look at her, a lingering tenderness in his eyes. "Still up in the middle of the night, running around cooking glutinous rice balls, aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

"Nonsense, I'm naturally beautiful. Eating late-night snacks only enhances my looks, not my weight," Gu Zhiwan muttered under her breath, yawning as her eyelids began to droop uncontrollably. "You eat quickly, and then get some rest... I'll keep you company for a while..."

Not long after he finished speaking, he heard the little girl's steady, long breathing.

Under the warm yellow light of the table lamp, Gu Zhiwan nestled in a blanket, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her cheeks flushed a soft pink from the steam. The little bundle in her arms purred contentedly, the scene as cozy as a signed oil painting.

Lin Yuan picked up the small bowl and took a bite; the sweetness spread from the tip of his tongue to the bottom of his heart.

He gazed at the girl sleeping soundly on the sofa, his thoughts drifting away. In his past life, he had struggled alone in the cutthroat world of entertainment, growing accustomed to the quiet solitude beneath the glitz and glamour; but in this life, he held the reins, reaping both fame and fortune, and more importantly—there was someone who, out of concern for his well-being, would stay up late on rainy nights to cook him a bowl of sweet soup, quietly watching over him.

Whether it's the poignant tragic fate in "Chinese Paladin 3" or the intensely romantic British world of "Pride and Prejudice," both pale in comparison to the tangible, everyday life I experience right now. An unprecedented sense of peace and contentment washes over me.

The classic melody that had healed countless lonely souls in his past life—"Accompany You Through the Long Years"—naturally and slowly resounded in his mind.

Lin Yuan didn't turn on the computer. Instead, he took out a sheet of plain paper and picked up the fountain pen on the table. The pen tip made a soft, scratching sound as he wrote the melody and lyrics with remarkable naturalness and fluency, and solemnly wrote at the end:

"Accompanying You Through the Long Years" - for Zhiwan.

The following afternoon, at Tianxing Entertainment's top-tier recording studio.

Inside and outside the glass soundproof wall, the industry's top-of-the-line recording equipment has already been tested and adjusted.

Gu Zhiwan was brought here by Lin Yuan. She thought they were going to discuss the script for the next movie, but as soon as she entered the recording studio, she was pushed to sit on the sofa next to the mixing console.

"Lin Yuan, why did you bring me here?" Gu Zhiwan asked suspiciously, munching on an apple. "You didn't secretly accept a big contract from some singer and are you planning to record a song here, did you?"

"Sit still and don't talk."

Lin Yuan walked into the recording studio with a calm expression, casually pulled over a piano bench, sat down, and adjusted the position of the lossless microphone.

The experienced sound engineers and musicians outside the recording studio were already on high alert. Lin Yuan's arrangement this time was extremely restrained—the opening was laid out with an extremely clean and bright piano arpeggio solo; the verses added a soft acoustic guitar and low-frequency electric bass, paired with very light slow-tempo drum beats; until the climax of the chorus, the soothing and lingering string section (violin and cello) slowly surged in like a tide, highlighting the sense of companionship in the whole song as incredibly grand and delicate.

As Lin Yuan's fingertips touched the piano keys, a gentle, narrative-rich piano prelude slowly flowed out.

Lin Yuan lowered his head slightly towards the microphone, and his deep, slightly magnetic voice rang out:

"Walking through the crowds"

You have to appreciate it even if you don't like it.

I am a silent existence.

I won't be your world, I'll just be your shoulder...

(—Eason Chan, "Accompany You Through the Long Years")

Outside the soundproof glass, the musicians who had been whispering to each other fell silent instantly. Gu Zhiwan also abruptly stopped eating her apple.

She stared blankly at the man sitting at the piano in the recording studio. The afternoon sun shone through the skylight, casting a soft golden glow on him. His singing was devoid of any virtuosity; it was like sitting by a fireplace on a rainy night, calmly and affectionately telling a story that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

As the string arrangement slowly unfolded and the climax surged forth, Lin Yuan raised his head, his gaze piercing through the one-way soundproof glass and landing directly on Gu Zhiwan:

"Accompanying you to live out the answers to the feelings along the way"

Being with you turned loneliness into courage.

Losing and starting over again and again

I didn't leave.

"Being there for someone is the most enduring expression of love..."

(—Eason Chan, "Accompany You Through the Long Years")

Gu Zhiwan, standing outside the glass, had her eyes slightly reddened without her realizing it.

She understood. The lines "losing and starting over again and again," and "I haven't left," were not just fictional lyrics, but his unique heartfelt words to her, spoken across vast time and space.

The arrangement gradually fades away from the instrumental music at the end, returning to the sound of piano and a slight lingering echo, and the whole song gradually fades away.

The recording studio and the surrounding area were completely silent. The sound engineer, wearing headphones, was so excited his hands were trembling—this was absolutely the most sincere and perfectly arranged top-tier love song he had ever heard in his career!

Lin Yuan pushed open the heavy iron door of the recording studio and walked out. Before the sound engineer could even utter a word of praise, Gu Zhiwan had already stood up abruptly, grabbed Lin Yuan's arm, and dragged him into the empty dressing room next door.

The lounge door was slammed shut.

Gu Zhiwan leaned against the door, looking up at him with her clear eyes glistening with tears. Her tone was proud and domineering: "Lin Yuan, after you finish recording this song, you're not allowed to let anyone else sing it! Even if you offer a hundred billion, I won't allow anyone to sell the copyright to this song!"

Looking at her adorable, possessive expression, like a kitten guarding its food, Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly. He reached out and ruffled her hair: "This is for you. Who can buy it?"