Gu Jiashao held her hand excitedly, his voice cold as he said, "Don't tell anyone this secret ever again. As long as you don't tell, no one will know."
Wen Meimei smiled wryly and forcefully pulled her hand back, whispering, "It won't be long before the whole world knows, you can't cover fire with paper."
The thought of all that might happen to her after being exposed filled Gu Jiashao with growing panic.
She was just a girl lacking love, a pitiful girl who shouldn't have to bear those burdens, he couldn't bear to see her like this.
"Meimei, you're a singer. Remember who you are, and nothing else matters. All you need to do is sing well, and you don't have to worry about anything else. I can help you until you reach the very top."
"There's no point…" Wen Meimei felt utterly hopeless.
Despair weighed on her heart, and it was despair she expressed.
She felt that no one in the world could help her, except for Luo Liu.
But now, she had no way to contact Luo Liu at all.
