The morning hits the windows of the dorm. There is warm sunlight everywhere on the streets of Shanghai. I get up from my bed and slightly open the window. There it is — cool breezes everywhere with light warm sunlight. After yesterday's unstoppable rain, I hadn't thought that today the sun would come out, but life is just like this — when you expect the least, it surprises you with something big. Sometimes those surprises are not only surprises, sometimes they are shocks.
Then Wang Ruoxi came to me, hugging me from behind while rubbing her eyes with one hand and said, "Last night there was huge rain, hm. I slept early yesterday and couldn't call you, but how did you come into the dorm? I mean, it gets closed. When did you come? Then how? You should have called me at least so that I could come to the gate and help you."
I put her hand back from me, turned around, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, someone helped me get inside."
She asked astonishingly, "Who?"
"That same person on set — that kind-hearted one who dropped me before also, remember?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, I do. Your set has really good people around you. Persons like him are very hard to find nowadays," she said while moving back toward her bed to sleep more.
I turned around and smiled, "Yes, you are right. Persons like him are hard to find. OK now, I'm going to change. I need to reach the set on time."
"Ok, go. I'm heading back to sleep again," she said.
I reached the set. Everyone was working there, preparing for the scenes to shoot. Then I opened my Weibo and saw his video which was posted a few days ago by his fans. They were celebrating the wrapping up of his shoot in Hengdian, and he was lighting the fire sticks for his fans and interacting with them — making a heart on his cheek which his fans asked him to do, and telling his fans that if anyone asks them to pay money for visiting him or seeing him on set, then they should tell him so that he'll complain about it.
"Such a kind-hearted you are, Xu Yuan," I murmured to myself. Then his fans were asking him to show his abs, but he didn't. "You are such a cute… you made the abs and now not showing it off, such a cutie shy you are," I murmured. Then suddenly, I collided with a tall pillar.
He put his finger on my forehead and said, "Hey silly childish girl, where are you heading? Are you planning to break your bones?"
I panicked because my phone was still playing the video. If he saw that video, I would feel embarrassed — he would ask questions and I didn't know how to answer them, and he might even take me as a psycho fan. No, no, no, I can't. But thankfully my phone automatically switched off because its 30-second screen time ended. I had never thought while setting it that it would save me like this today.
I forced a smile on my face and said, "No, just seeing some important messages regarding my university assignment."
"Oo, I forgot that I'm working with a student," he said while moving toward his room.
"Are you teasing me?" I asked him shockingly.
"Did you feel that?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Yes, I do feel that," I said.
"Then I am teasing you," he said, and after saying this, he went to his room, leaving me confused there.
After half an hour, we went to shoot a scene on set. I was reading my script when suddenly my leg got tangled in a wire that was on the floor. I was about to hit the floor, but he held my hand and pulled me.
"Be careful, silly girl," he said while still holding my hands with both of his hands.
I took my hands back and said, "Thanks."
"Don't you think I have saved you thrice?" he said.
"Thrice? How? I mean, I'm not getting it," I said, confused.
"First, last night. Second, today when you collided with me. And now this. Then it becomes thrice, right? Hm?" he said while looking straight into my eyes.
I wasn't able to meet his eyes, so I moved my gaze away. "Hm… thanks."
"Only thanks?" he asked.
"What else you want from me?" I asked, confused at what he really meant.
"Nothing. I think you should declare me as your saviour. See how many times I have saved you," he said while smiling and still trying to meet my eyes.
"Ok… Xièxiè nǐ, wǒ de jiùmìng nánrén," I said while reading my lines on the script, afraid to meet his eyes.
He bent down to reach my eye level, trying to meet my eyes while I still kept moving them away.
"Hey, stubborn one, why are you looking away here and there?"
I said in a little panic, "It's not like that. I'm just worried about my lines. And please get up, your back will ache if you bend yourself that much for more time."
"Why worried about me?" he asked, still looking straight into my eyes.
"As a good human being, I care for you. So please — you just recovered from your flu and you are going to have your collarbone surgery now. Don't push your back also in all this," I said.
"How do you know I got flu while filming in Hengdian, and soon I'm going to do clavicle bone surgery?" he asked confusingly. "Wait… are you my fan? Isn't it? Because only a hardcore fan can know this much information about me."
"Bù… I am not your fan. I haven't even watched any of your dramas. I only know you by face and name," I said in my shivering voice.
"Then why is your voice shivering this much?" he asked.
"It's just because of yesterday night's rain… I got drenched so much in the rain, so I might have got cold or some throat issues because of that," I said.
"Ok, take care of yourself. Weather is changing very frequently nowadays," he said.
"Hm." Then we both got busy reading our scripts. Thankfully he didn't ask me more questions, otherwise I would faint right here.
I am your fan. Yes, you are right. But I will never be able to tell you that — never ever. There is no use telling you; it only hurts me at the end of the day, and I don't want to make my life more complicated.
I am your fan girl — the most helpless fan girl of yours. I always keep information about you, whatever is going on in your life, because you are my favourite novel that I read daily, see daily, and keep close to my heart before sleeping. You are my favourite lines that I read daily — my secret novel — but I won't tell anyone, not even you, never. It's my secret love for you, and I'll keep it secret till my last breath.
Then I started reading my lines on the script again…