Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Xu An'an paused, wondering why Yan Heng had suddenly called out to her.

She turned around: "What's wrong?"

"I haven't answered the question you just asked me yet," Yan Heng said, looking at Xu An'an.

In the backlight, his outline was somewhat blurred, only his eyes remained, pure black.

"If you insist on categorizing Lu Yiming and me into the same social class, then the answer is no."

"Not everyone is indifferent to loyalty to their partner." He looked deeply at Xu An'an. "At least, I am."

"I will be absolutely loyal to my future wife. I will love her forever, respect her, and never get entangled with anyone else, much less do anything to hurt her. I can guarantee that."

Xu An'an looked at Yan Heng, momentarily stunned.

She had heard countless people make this kind of old-fashioned and unfounded promise.

Just like the wedding vows of "one life, one love" and "for richer or for poorer, we shall never be apart"... they are just beautiful and illusory words. How many times can they stand the test of time?

For some reason, these words sounded so believable coming from Yan Heng's mouth.

It seems that if he says he can do it, he really can.

Even though this promise has absolutely nothing to do with me.

Looking at the handsome, earnest face downstairs, she suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he had also made a promise to her.

The Cannes Film Festival six years ago.

Hsu An-an was nominated, but ultimately failed to win the Best Actress award. Facing the overwhelming media and cameras, she remained calm and composed, and her humble smile and sincere blessings were impeccable in front of the camera.

Indeed, as she said in an interview, being nominated for Best Actress at Cannes was already a great stroke of luck for a newcomer.

But Xu An'an wasn't as carefree as she seemed.

Mainland Chinese films are not popular in the European and American film industry. At that film festival, "The Last Goodnight" only had one nomination, for Best Actress, but the team still came a lot of people. Director Shao Feng had just had a minor surgery and flew over even though he had only recovered for a few days.

Xu An'an knew that everyone had expectations for her to win the award.

But she failed to live up to everyone's expectations.

From a young age, she has always had high standards for herself. When dancing, she is always the first to arrive at the practice room and the last to leave.

She won first place not because she loved dancing so much, but because she didn't want to disappoint her grandmother who had given her everything.

She is most afraid of disappointing people.

But she quickly hid her disappointment, and at the banquet she remained poised, natural, and impeccable.

But when she returned to the hotel that night, Yan Heng suddenly called her back.

The boy's sharp brows furrowed. "Xu An'an, are you unhappy?"

Xu An'an was somewhat surprised.

At that time, more than a year had passed since the two finished filming their movie.

Xu An'an's schedule was full, and she immediately had other work. Yan Heng also went to study in the UK.

Both were busy, and the occasional messages and greetings were often delayed by time difference and distance, making them seem unreliable.

Xu An'an didn't pay much attention to this; that's just how actors do it.

In the isolated film crew, they lived under someone else's identity and spent several months with another person, before quickly returning to their own lives after filming ended.

Like two straight lines on a coordinate axis, they briefly intersect and then are pushed further and further apart by time.

Yan Heng is the only son of the renowned Yan family, and he is not actually Xie Chen.

Xie Chen, created by them together, was merely an accidental product of Yan Heng's rebellious adolescence.

Xie Chen died at the end of the movie, and Yan Heng returned to his original path.

Therefore, she never expected to see Yan Heng again in Cannes, let alone that he could see through her unhappiness at a glance.

At that time, Yan Heng was only 19 years old, still a headstrong young man. Seeing that Xu An'an hadn't said anything, he went up to her and pulled her to a secluded terrace by the side entrance of the hotel.

In the cool evening breeze, he leaned slightly forward, staring at Xu An'an's drooping eyelashes. After a long while, he tentatively asked, "Is it... because you didn't win an award?"

Xu An'an lowered her head.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, she suddenly felt an urge to cry.

A sudden, inexplicable sense of grievance and bitterness overwhelmed me.

When large tears broke free and streamed down her cheeks, even she was startled.

She quickly turned her back.

She didn't know why she was crying.

Is it just because they didn't win an award?

Why was she perfectly fine just now, but couldn't hold back as soon as she saw Yan Heng?

I should be happy to see him again.

Yan Heng is doing very well now—she attends prestigious schools, drives luxury cars, and is surrounded by admirers. Even when attending events like this, she is accompanied by several bodyguards in black. He is no longer the down-on-his-luck younger brother who used to squeeze into her rented room and help her pick vegetables and wash dishes.

He has a better life now—or rather, he has returned to his original life.

She should be happy for her, shouldn't she?

But what's wrong with me?

Why can't I stop?!

How embarrassing!

Tears streamed down her face, and Xu An'an could only squat down, burying her face in her arms, not wanting Yan Heng to see her in such a sorry state.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu An'an suddenly felt a slight warmth on her body—a men's suit jacket, still warm from her body, was draped over her shoulders.

The crisp scent of pine needles enveloped her, faintly carried by the night breeze, like a tender, youthful embrace.

Xu An'an subconsciously looked up and met those dark eyes.

In the cool evening breeze of Cannes, a handsome young man wearing a thin white shirt knelt on one knee on the ground.

The neon lights in the distance reflected on his arrogant face, his eyes filled with an almost devout seriousness.

"Don't cry, I will definitely make sure you get that award here."

......

As the memories faded, two identical faces gradually overlapped, and Xu An'an stood on the stairs, suddenly snapping back to reality.

Even after so long, she can still remember what happened that night so clearly.

After returning home that day, Xu An'an discovered that she had started her period.

So she naturally attributed that inexplicable emotional breakdown to the interaction between alcohol and premenstrual syndrome, and didn't think much of it.

Come to think of it, she had never really cried much, yet Yan Heng happened to be there every time.

Last time, she scared Yan Heng so much that he promised to help her win the Best Actress award, and this time he's made the same promise in the middle of the night...

Yan Heng is really quite pitiful.

She chuckled to herself, then looked up with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I really should have recorded that. It would have increased your chances of proposing to someone by at least 20%!"

"However—" Xu An'an deliberately dragged out her words, waiting for Yan Heng to raise his eyebrows in confusion before continuing:

"Since you haven't fulfilled your previous promise, the credibility of your words is still questionable. Don't forget, you said you'd help me win the Best Actress award at Cannes!"

"So, I will work hard on 'Breaking the Cocoon' and try to win the Palme d'Or," Xu An'an said, wagging her finger.

"When you propose, I can tell your girlfriend, 'Yan Heng always keeps his word; he'll definitely treat you well for life!' That way, she'll definitely agree to marry you immediately!"

Seeing Xu An'an laughing so carefree again, Yan Heng's gaze darkened, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Xu An'an, you'd better remember what you just said."