Chapter 45

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Xia Xingcheng took a glass of red wine and walked over to Yang Youming’s side.

The person who toasted Yang Youming had just walked away. Yang Youming was holding a glass that was still half full of white wine, the transparent liquid swaying faintly.

Noticing that Xia Xingcheng was coming over, his body that was originally leaning on the back of the chair slightly straightened up. He looked towards Xia Xingcheng.

At this time, two more people suddenly came over with wine glasses to toast Yang Youming.

Yang Youming smiled and clinked glasses with them, only bringing the glass to his lips to take a small sip.

Xia Xingcheng then stopped in his tracks. Hearing the young girls sitting at the table near him calling him ‘Xiao Xing ge’, he turned around. The girls greeted him and he sat down at their table for the time being.

He was an easy-going person. Unlike Yang Youming who was polite and distant, he was able to easily and casually chat with the crew, especially the female crew members who all liked him regardless of age.

After being called over, those girls filled him several glasses of red wine in succession. He was so anxious that he gulped them all down extremely quickly.

He kept drinking until Yang Youming came over. Reaching out to hold the backrest of the chair Xia Xingcheng was sitting on, he said to the young girls at the table, “I’ll drink to everyone first.”

The girls promptly got up and clinked glasses with Yang Youming.

When Yang Youming finished his glass of wine, he pressed a hand on Xia Xingcheng’s shoulder and said, “Xingcheng, come.”

Xia Xingcheng stood up and followed after the man, not forgetting to pick up his own glass of red wine. He caught up to Yang Youming, and the two of them walked to the table for four by the window and sat down.

Because everyone crowded around the middle of the restaurant, the row of seats by the window were all empty.

The two of them sat face to face. Xia Xingcheng had already drunk to the point that his cheeks were flushed, and he looked at Yang Youming with unblinking eyes.

Yang Youming asked him, “Is there anything you want to say to me?” He sat upright, both hands on the tabletop, his right hand holding the foot of his glass, and the fingers of his left hand were relaxed and slightly curved. His fingers were long and slender, but the joints pronounced, and light purple veins were clearly visible on the backs of his hands.

They were the hands of a grown man, slightly rough, warm and strong—Xia Xingcheng had been held and even stroked by them countless times. But for the first time ever, he caught sight of a ring on the ring finger of the man’s left hand.

The platinum ring was low-key in style but elaborate in design, and you could tell that the price was not cheap.

Xia Xingcheng’s line of sight shifted from Yang Youming’s face to his hand. He looked at it for a long time, then opened his mouth and asked, “Is that a wedding ring?

Yang Youming subconsciously turned the ring a little with his thumb and answered, “Yes.”

Xia Xingcheng said, “I’ve never seen you wear it before.”

Yang Youming said to him, “It’s not convenient to take it on and off when filming.”

Now his scenes were finished, so he put on the wedding ring once more, solemnly warning Xia Xingcheng: He was already married.

Xia Xingcheng squeezed the wine glass tightly. He slowed his breathing to calm himself and nodded, saying in a soft voice, “So that’s why.”

He sorrowfully thought that the biggest obstacle that lay between him and Yang Youming was not age, gender, or the fact that they were in the entertainment industry with countless eyes watching their every move, but Yang Youming’s status as a married man.

Xia Xingcheng grew up in a happy and blissful household. Growing up, he was doted on by his parents, would fight for anything he wanted, and he was never afraid to pursue the girl he liked.

But Yang Youming was different, because it no longer concerned just the two of them. He won’t pursue him, won’t confess, they can’t even be in an ambiguous relationship—his moral values won’t allow it.

So when the film was over, they were done. There was no choice but to make a clean break.

But at this very moment, there was only one thing he was incomparably sure of, and that was that he liked Yang Youming. Maybe he was too immersed in his role, or maybe his feelings for Yu Haiyang were transferred onto Yang Youming, but he just knew that he liked him, wanted to hug him, kiss him—wanted to sleep with him.

Xia Xingcheng took a deep breath, then another deep breath, the emotions pressing on his chest were too heavy for him to manage.

“Xingcheng,” Yang Youming spoke slowly, “do you know why I like acting?

Xia Xingcheng looked at him.

Yang Youming gazed out the window. “Most people in the world can only live one life, but with acting, we can experience many different lives. Although they’re all temporary, we can become that person during that time, experience the stories they go through, and understand all their emotions.” At these words, Yang Youming turned back to face him again, “But that’s not our real lives. After every film is done, it’s time to say goodbye to that person. No matter how strong the feelings are, as time goes by, it’ll pass and become a mere memory. In the end, we’ll still return to ourselves and go back to our original lives.”

Xia Xingcheng suddenly said, “What should I do if I can’t go back? Ming ge, can you tell me?”

Yang Youming was silent for a moment and said, “You can’t go back from your role as Fang Jiangyuan?

Xia Xingcheng nodded. He knew his eyes must be very red.

Yang Youming said, “But Xiao Yuan has left that relationship.”

Xia Xingcheng looked at him with wide eyes. In the end, a single tear finally fell.

“There’s nothing you can’t go back from.”

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