Fu Jinghen saw Wen Qiao smile, then he knew the nervousness in her heart had lessened somewhat.
He held Wen Qiao tight and whispered, "Awards and the like are not important. You will always be the best female lead in my eyes. I'd rather make you happy than honor you with trophies."
The man's gaze was intense, his pupils gleamed in the dark, even in the dim light of the room, Wen Qiao could clearly see her own silhouette reflected in his eyes.
At this moment, she firmly believed that she would always be the only female lead in Fu Jinghen's life.
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Wen Qiao didn't know when she had fallen asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, the sky outside the window was already bright.
The bright sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains into the room, illuminating every corner of the space.
Wen Qiao turned over and instinctively reached out to one side, but only touched cold emptiness.
She cracked her eyes open a sliver and looked to the side.
