The light had dimmed considerably since before.
Only the moon, sliced by the curtain into strands and threads, spilled onto Mou Keyan's beautiful jawline.
She was waiting for an answer.
"Miao Miao."
"I think I understand your concerns."
The man had clearly captured the implicit meaning in Mou Keyan's words.
He squinted his eyes, not reacting immediately.
He needed to think about how to phrase it.
"Do you remember yourself when you first came to sign the contract?"
Mou Keyan listened quietly, resting one hand on her chin, without showing any reaction.
"Back then, the company was an empty shell, nothing at all. I only asked you one question."
"Do you really want to become famous?"
"Looking back now, even at that time last year, you already knew very well what you wanted."
"Even if I might have been offering pie in the sky, bragging, you were willing to take a chance on the fleeting opportunity, to stake your unknown fate."
"I think that's the real you deep inside."
