After the Flash Marriage, My Ex Who is a Movie Queen Keeps Flirting with Me - Chapter 27

Twenty minutes later, they were at the Strange Stone Cliff.

“Slow down, slow down, be careful, don’t bump her, don’t bump her,” several people said as they helped Ming Jiyue to a stone bench by the roadside for a rest.

Ming Jiyue let out a long sigh of relief. “I’m fine now. Thank you all for your help.”

Guan Tang smiled. “It’s no trouble at all, Sister Ming. Safety comes first. In the future, don’t try to grab mission cards from such precarious spots.”

Ming Jiyue chuckled. “I didn’t think anything would happen. The cliff was so low, only a few steps high. I’m sorry for making everyone worry.”

Guan Tang couldn’t help but laugh. “Luckily, it was just a twisted ankle. We’re fine, but Wan Yu nearly scared herself to death.”

As soon as she finished speaking, their gazes instinctively turned to Jiang Wanyu.

Ever since helping Ming Jiyue over, Jiang Wanyu had remained quietly silent.

Earlier, they had been so focused on Ming Jiyue, fearing for her safety, that their vision was obstructed. In her panic, Jiang Wanyu had seen the rock shift and thought Ming Jiyue was about to fall off the cliff. She had rushed over in a frenzy, only to find Ming Jiyue had merely lost her footing upon landing and twisted her ankle.

Remembering her own frantic shouting, Jiang Wanyu lowered her head even further in embarrassment.

How embarrassing.

Jiang Wanyu: I was trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, but I ended up saving… nothing.

I jumped out of my skin too! I was completely stunned. I thought, “Oh no, a live stream disaster!” Then a gust of wind swept past, and Jiang Wanyu vanished. Holy sh1t!

Even though she didn’t succeed in saving her, Jiang Wanyu was genuinely panicked. Anyone who says she doesn’t care about Ming Jiyue? I’ll smash their head in myself!

Everyone, calm down. Can’t Jiang Wanyu just be concerned about her senior? Though even I find that hard to believe.

Words can deceive, but the instinctive actions you take in a moment of danger reveal the truth!

So, it turns out she deliberately hides her feelings because she loves her too much.

Did anyone notice? In her panic, Jiang Wanyu blurted out “Yueyue”! I mean, you’ve only just met, and you’re already using such an intimate nickname? “Teacher Ming” on the surface, but “Ming Yueyue” in your heart, huh?

Ding Yunxi had noticed too, and felt deeply ashamed.

She had actually thought Jiang Wanyu didn’t like Ming Jiyue. Compared to Jiang Wanyu’s reaction, her own feelings for Ming Jiyue felt as light as a feather!

Jiang Wanyu silently examined Ming Jiyue’s injury, confirming it was just a sprained ankle with no serious complications. Relief washed over her.

Ming Jiyue studied Jiang Wanyu’s expression, unable to discern her mood, and felt a pang of guilt. “Wan Yu, thank you for earlier.”

Mentioning it only reminded Jiang Wanyu of her own foolish, headlong rush to the cliff.

She lowered her head. “It’s nothing. Just don’t go to such dangerous places again.”

Ming Jiyue nodded. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

Aiyo, Sister Ming is being so obedient~

Though Ming Jiyue hadn’t seen Jiang Wanyu’s actions directly, Guan Tang and the others had filled her in. The image of Jiang Wanyu recklessly charging forward filled her with warmth and amusement, prompting her to tease her.

“I never expected Wan Yu to be so concerned about me on our first meeting, even rushing to save me. I’m so touched.”

Jiang Wanyu shot her a sideways glance but remained silent.

Ming Jiyue continued, “If Wan Yu was this worried about such a low cliff, what if it were higher…?”

Jiang Wanyu gave her a half-exasperated, half-threatening look, cutting off the ominous thought. “Then I’d just wait at the bottom to catch you.”

Ming Jiyue laughed, responding naturally, “That won’t do. I couldn’t bear to.”

The moment she said this, the others present froze in surprise.

#FirstMeetingWithWanYu #ICouldntBearTo

#Still acting, Best Actress Ming? You’re really addicted to playing roles! Unfamiliar? Keep pretending to be unfamiliar!

#Unfamiliar, unfamiliar! I’d rather die than admit they’re close! Even if they kissed right here, would she still claim they’re strangers?

Ming Jiyue inwardly cursed herself for another slip-up. While worrying about her manager’s inevitable scolding—and possibly a whipping with his little leather whip—she awkwardly changed the subject: “What should we do now?”

The incident had happened suddenly, and it would take time for help to arrive. After contacting the staff, they were told to find a place to rest rather than wait by the roadside.

Quiet Pool Temple was nearby, making it the obvious choice.

“How will we get there?”

The three female guests hesitated, knowing it would be difficult to carry someone. The cameraman nearby hesitated, considering whether to offer help, but Jiang Wanyu had already crouched down in front of Ming Jiyue, her slender back turned toward her. “Get on,” she said.

Ming Jiyue seemed to have anticipated this development. Without a word, she smiled and draped her arm around Jiang Wanyu’s shoulder. “Thank you, Wan Yu.”

Guan Tang worried that Jiang Wanyu might not be able to carry her and considered offering help. But Jiang Wanyu, despite her slender frame, effortlessly hoisted Ming Jiyue onto her back and strode forward.

Wow, I didn’t realize Jiang Wanyu was so strong!

Ahhh, her girlfriend strength is off the charts! I feel so safe!

Is that the point? The real point is how natural they are together! It’s like they both just assumed Jiang Wanyu would carry her, and Ming Jiyue wouldn’t let anyone else do it!

Ding Yunxi trailed behind, still confused. “Tang Tang, why did Sister Ming say she couldn’t bear to use Xiao Yu as a cushion?”

Guan Tang hesitated, unsure how to explain to this naive girl. “Because they’re friends, so she couldn’t bear to. If it were us, I’d gladly use you as a cushion if I were falling off a cliff.”

Ding Yunxi gritted her teeth. “Then I’d pull you down with me and crush you from above!”

Guan Tang is bullying the kids again!

Ming Jiyue leaned against Jiang Wanyu’s back, resting her chin on her shoulder and inhaling the faint, comforting scent of her.

Before she could speak, Ming Jiyue noticed the camera still filming. “I’m injured now. Can you please stop filming?”

The cameraman explained that it wasn’t his decision, and he was just following orders.

Undeterred, Ming Jiyue simply removed her earpiece and leaned close to Jiang Wanyu’s ear, whispering something.

The live stream viewers couldn’t hear what she said, but they saw Jiang Wanyu’s ear twitch sensitively and flush red after Ming Jiyue finished speaking. The tense expression on Jiang Wanyu’s face, which had been strained due to Ming Jiyue’s injury, visibly relaxed.

What are you two whispering about? If you’re going to talk, just say it out loud! Why whisper in front of the camera when we can’t even hear you? It’s so frustrating!

What secrets are you hiding from us? Come on, let’s all share!

During the few minutes it took to reach Quiet Pool Temple, Ming Jiyue brazenly removed her earpiece and chatted with Jiang Wanyu.

Without the microphone, the audience could only see their mouths moving, but no sound reached them.

Someone stop them! Whispering secrets in public, right in front of everyone? If this keeps up, I’m going to assume they’re just showing off their love!

Anyone who can read lips? Quick, translate what they’re saying for us!

Though the viewers’ imaginations ran wild, the two were actually having a very serious conversation.

Leaning against Jiang Wanyu’s back, Ming Jiyue recalled a past memory and couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re still as strong as ever, carrying people so effortlessly.”

Jiang Wanyu immediately understood what she meant. “How else would I be able to carry you?”

Ming Jiyue teased her deliberately. “Back in college, when we were young, I understood you could carry me. But you’re still this strong now? Teacher Jiang, you truly are a seasoned blade that hasn’t dulled with age.”

Faced with such teasing, Jiang Wanyu felt a bit helpless. She couldn’t understand how someone her age could be considered a “seasoned blade.” “Do you want someone else to carry you?”

“No way! I wouldn’t let anyone else carry me—not back then, and definitely not now,” Ming Jiyue said with a mischievous smile. “With my partner being so capable, why would I need anyone else?”

Back in college, during a joint faculty-student hiking trip, Jiang Wanyu had carried Ming Jiyue up the mountain.

Ming Jiyue seemed to have a knack for getting injured while hiking. On the way down the mountain, she accidentally bumped her leg.

At the time, they weren’t yet together. Whether at the academy or the university, Ming Jiyue was a wildly popular and unclaimed beauty. When news of her injury spread, a crowd of male students swarmed around her, eagerly volunteering to carry her.

Ming Jiyue remained silent and unresponsive until Jiang Wanyu arrived, panting and out of breath. Pushing through the crowd, Jiang Wanyu reached out to Ming Jiyue. “I’ll carry you.”

The male students immediately protested. “You look too frail to carry her! Let us do it.”

“Yeah, yeah! This kind of work is for us guys!”

“Wan Yu, are you trying to steal the school beauty from us men?”

The crowd erupted in laughter and jeers.

Amidst the clamor, Ming Jiyue sat by the roadside, her slender, pale leg wrapped in a bandage stained with faint traces of bl00d—like a flawless piece of jade marred by a flaw.

Jiang Wanyu remained silent, her hand still outstretched. Ming Jiyue smiled and grasped Jiang Wanyu’s hand. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The teasing crowd fell silent instantly.

…She’s actually going to steal her away?

 

Watching Jiang Wanyu carry someone on her back with steady, powerful strides, Ding Yunxi felt a pang of envy, instantly forgetting the verbal sting Guan Tang had delivered just five minutes earlier. “Tang Tang, if I got hurt, would you carry me?”

Guan Tang didn’t hesitate. “No, I wouldn’t. I couldn’t even lift you.”

Ding Yunxi bristled. “Heartless jerk! No wonder you can’t find a boyfriend!”

“As if you’re any better at finding one.”

“Mind your own business!”

The temple wasn’t far, and they soon arrived. Having chatted most of the way, Jiang Wanyu belatedly remembered something.

A headache threatened, but she composed herself and said to Ming Jiyue, “We need to avoid suspicion.”

Ming Jiyue, about to speak, froze mid-sentence. “…Oh.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, “Is it even possible to avoid suspicion now?”

Jiang Wanyu was stumped. After a brief silence, she insisted, “If we don’t, it’ll be impossible to explain to Sister Chen.”

Whether it’s impossible or not, Ming Jiyue thought, already bracing herself for her manager’s impending storm.

As they approached the temple, Ming Jiyue adjusted their earpieces. “Are you just trying to shut me up because I’m annoying?”

Having just endured Ding Yunxi’s relentless teasing, Jiang Wanyu replied firmly, “Absolutely not.”

Jiang Wanyu: Compared to Ding Yunxi, you’re like a mute.

The temple staff, having received advance notice, welcomed them inside. Soon, personnel arrived to treat Ming Jiyue’s injuries and prepare to take her down the mountain.

“It’s just a minor wound,” Ming Jiyue said. “It’s the same anywhere. I’ll wait until the competition ends and go down with the others.”

The staff didn’t press the matter, instructing her to stay put and rest. They assured her someone would come to escort her down later.

Ming Jiyue smiled and thanked them, her gaze settling on Jiang Wanyu. “Wan Yu will take care of me. She’ll carry me.”

Though unable to walk herself, Ming Jiyue remained concerned about the competition, mainly because she didn’t want her injury to drag down her teammates. “I can’t continue competing. What will happen to our team? We can’t let this accident make Guan Tang finish last because of me, can we?”

This situation was indeed unforeseen by the production team. After a quick discussion, the directors decided to allow Guan Tang to represent their team for the remainder of the competition, with her final ranking serving as both their overall scores.

Relieved, Ming Jiyue urged Guan Tang to hurry back to the competition, not wanting her to be delayed because of her injury.

Besides Guan Tang, Jiang Wanyu and Ding Yunxi were also waiting, equally urging them on. “Hurry up, or you’ll both end up in last place!”

Jiang Wanyu hesitated, reluctant to leave. “I…”

Before she could finish, Ming Jiyue interrupted, “Don’t forget about your teammates. Don’t hold them back because of me.”

Ding Yunxi, suddenly called out, sprang up from her bench. “I-I-I’m fine! The competition isn’t as important as Sister Ming. Taking care of her comes first. I don’t mind at all!”

“There’s nothing to take care of,” Ming Jiyue said with a smile. “Do you think staying here will magically heal me in an hour? Go compete! I’ll stay here and wait for you to pick me up on your way down the mountain.”

The two finally left, Jiang Wanyu giving one last reminder: “Don’t wander off. Wait for me… for us to come back.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t move an inch,” Ming Jiyue promised cheerfully.

But whether she’d actually keep her word was another matter.

At first, she sat obediently on the bed. But with no one else around and her phone confiscated, all she could do was stare blankly into space.

If only I’d asked for a walkie-talkie, she thought. Then I could at least talk to Jiang Wanyu.

After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Ming Jiyue swayed to her feet and stepped off the bed. She braced herself against the table, one foot on the ground, and peered out the window.

She noticed a street vendor had set up shop outside the door, selling something she couldn’t quite make out. Bored, Ming Jiyue wondered if she should hop out and take a look.

Ming Jiyue had barely bounced twice when she collided head-on with Jiang Wanyu, who was rushing into the room.

Startled, Ming Jiyue swiftly sat back on the bed, scooted further in, and pretended she hadn’t been doing anything at all.

Jiang Wanyu: ……

She had hurried back early, anxious to check on Ming Jiyue, only to catch her running around the moment she stepped through the door.

Sighing helplessly, Jiang Wanyu rushed forward to steady her. “Don’t move around so much. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Ming Jiyue nodded. “I know.”

Jiang Wanyu glanced down at the crown of her head, her raven-black hair cascading softly over her shoulders. From above, she looked particularly docile.

Jiang Wanyu’s heart softened, and she swallowed the scolding she had been about to give.

Without the cameras following them, the two women felt much more relaxed.

“It’s over already? That was fast,” Ming Jiyue remarked.

Jiang Wanyu shook her head. “We reached the summit, but they said we didn’t have enough points. Now we have to go back and do more tasks to earn them.”

Ming Jiyue chuckled in disbelief. “How troublesome! The production team really knows how to make things difficult.”

“What’s that person doing at the door?” Ming Jiyue asked casually.

Jiang Wanyu had noticed him on her way in. “He’s a fortune-teller.”

Ming Jiyue usually had no interest in such things, but boredom made her curious. Anything to break the monotony of sitting around would be better than doing nothing.

She wanted to go out and take a look, but Jiang Wanyu naturally refused.

Ming Jiyue tried to come up with an excuse. “I need to use the restroom.”

This couldn’t be resolved here. Jiang Wanyu sighed and helped Ming Jiyue outside.

With few customers around, the fortune-teller was bored. Seeing the two women emerge from the room, he immediately greeted them with a smile, regardless of whether they were customers. “Ladies, please wait! This young lady has a full forehead and slender eyebrows—a face destined for wealth. Shall I calculate your financial fortune?”

Ming Jiyue thought to herself that her financial luck had always been excellent. I don’t want him to predict some disaster and ruin my mood. She immediately lost interest and waved her hand. “No need. I’m an atheist.”

Seeing them about to leave, the fortune-teller grew anxious and quickly called out, “Don’t go! You two clearly have the aura of great wealth and nobility—no need for calculations! Let me calculate your romantic compatibility!”

The fortune-teller had a keen eye, immediately recognizing the special connection between the two women. Noticing they weren’t turning back, he hurriedly added, “You two have the perfect marital compatibility—a match made in heaven, destined by fate…”

Jiang Wanyu, exasperated by his loud hawking, helped Ming Jiyue walk away. “Don’t listen to his nonsense. We’re just…”

Before Jiang Wanyu could finish speaking, Ming Jiyue, the self-proclaimed “atheist,” stopped in her tracks. “I think he’s making some good points. Let’s go back and listen.”

Jiang Wanyu: ……

“Aren’t you an atheist?”

“Yeah, I don’t believe it. I’m just curious,” Ming Jiyue said, then paused, remembering something. “Oh right, I’m a public figure. I can’t go. If this gets leaked, Sister Chen will kill me.”

Jiang Wanyu was about to suggest they leave, but Ming Jiyue insisted, “You go. You’re not a public figure, and no one knows we’re together.”

How did you even come up with that?

Jiang Wanyu helped her back to the fortune-teller, who greeted them eagerly. “I’ll tell the fortunes of both of you…”

Ming Jiyue interrupted, “Not both of us, just one.”

“Tell hers. She’s with her partner.”

The fortune-teller clearly wasn’t internet-savvy. Though confused by the request, he complied. For the next three minutes, he spun tales of Jiang Wanyu and her wife’s destined union—a match made in heaven, blessed with auspiciousness, enduring fortune, perfect harmony, and a lifetime of happiness together.

Jiang Wanyu, the subject of this grand pronouncement, remained calm. But her friend Ming Jiyue listened with delight, then scanned the QR code to pay.

Jiang Wanyu silently watched Ming Jiyue confidently enter the amount and password, feeling like she was watching someone foolishly throwing money away.

The fortune-teller’s eyes lit up at the sight of the money. He immediately showered them with blessings, sending the two “wealth gods” on their way.

Seeing Ming Jiyue still limping but in such high spirits, Jiang Wanyu felt both exasperated and amused. “Go lie down and rest, you atheist.”

Ming Jiyue grinned, draping an arm over her shoulder. “Alright, Mrs. Ming, may you have good fortune, lasting blessings, a perfect marriage, and grow old with me.”

Jiang Wanyu didn’t reply, but her eyes unconsciously curved into a smile. The two women leaned on each other as they walked back inside.

Soon after, their teammates Guan Tang and Ding Yunxi arrived, accompanied by the cameraman.

“Xiao Yu, you ran off so fast! One minute you were there, the next you vanished,” Ding Yunxi exclaimed. “You didn’t take the walkie-talkie, and I was wondering how we’d find you. Tangtang said you’d definitely come to Quiet Pool Temple, and guess what? She was right!”

Jiang Wanyu’s eyes flickered. “I just ran ahead to check on Xiao Tang’s teammate.”

Wow~ Jiang Wanyu really cares about Guan Tang. Her teammates are so devoted.

I won’t say who it’s really about. Those who know, know.

“What were you two doing just now?” Ding Yunxi asked casually.

Jiang Wanyu couldn’t tell the truth, so she replied, “Nothing much, just chatting.”

“When Tangtang and I came in earlier, a fortune-teller insisted on reading our marriage fortunes,” Ding Yunxi complained. “He claimed to be incredibly accurate and said he’d just landed a big client. Who wants to be paired with her anyway? Being with her would just delay my chances of finding a real partner.”

Guan Tang chimed in lazily, “Same here.”

Ding Yunxi glared at her before turning to Ming Jiyue. “Sister Ming, you didn’t get your fortune read by him, did you? He looks completely unreliable.”

Ming Jiyue smiled. “Of course not. I’m an atheist.”

After a few more exchanges, the group split up to complete their tasks and earn points.

“Let’s search the temple thoroughly. We’re bound to find something.”

The three women split up, with Ming Jiyue offering moral support since she couldn’t physically assist.

Bored and restless, Ming Jiyue began idly looking around. She noticed a drawer beside the bed was slightly ajar. She pulled it open and found a task card inside.

“Well, isn’t this convenient?” she thought.

She immediately called someone over.

Opening the card, she read: “Write a poem for your teammate (limited to two groups).”

“What does ‘limited to two groups’ mean?”

The NPC responsible for answering questions outside the door immediately entered. “It means only two groups can complete this task.”

“We happen to be exactly two groups,” Ding Yunxi said excitedly.

Ming Jiyue, however, was focused on something else. Her gaze unconsciously drifted toward Jiang Wanyu. “Does it have to be for a teammate? Can’t it be for someone else?”

“In principle, no,” the NPC replied.

Ming Jiyue’s eyes darted around. “But what if my teammate refuses to accept it? Could I give it to someone else then?”

Before the NPC could answer, Ming Jiyue turned to Guan Tang. “Xiao Tang, will you accept a poem from me?”

Guan Tang, ever perceptive, immediately shook her head. “I know absolutely nothing about poetry. Giving it to me would be a waste. I don’t like poetry at all, so please don’t give it to me.”

Ming Jiyue immediately feigned distress. “What should I do? Are you sure you don’t want it?”

Guan Tang: “No, no, I really don’t want it.”

HAHAHAHA, Guan Tang: This is too much! Do you think I’d dare accept?

Ming Jiyue then turned to the NPC with an innocent expression. “She insists on refusing, so I guess I’ll have to give it to someone else.”

The NPC, being just a staff member, had never encountered such aggressive sales tactics. Hesitating, he stammered, “Well…”

Before he could finish, Ming Jiyue cut in, “Agreed? Great! Thanks!”

With the teammates dismissed, only two people remained.

Ming Jiyue: “Who wants a poem I wrote?”

Ding Yunxi, never one to mince words, boldly raised her hand. “I… uh…”

Before she could speak, Guan Tang clamped a hand over her mouth, smiling. “She doesn’t want it.”

Ding Yunxi: “Mmmph! Mmmph!”

Who said I didn’t want it?!

Guan Tang pinned her down, resisting the urge to knock her head. “Idiot.”

Ding Yunxi struggled relentlessly. Unable to restrain her, Guan Tang relented. “Fine, fine, I’ll write one for you. Just stop fussing.”

Ding Yunxi’s eyes lit up instantly. “Mmmph?”

“Really?”

“Really,” Guan Tang confirmed.

Ding Yunxi stopped fussing and stood obediently.

“Since our two groups are completing the tasks together, making it twice as difficult, can we get double the points?” Ming Jiyue asked.

The NPC remained silent.

NPC: Who understands this, folks? I’ve never seen such shamelessness.

With two of the three people present eliminated, only one remained.

“Since neither of them wants to do it, that leaves Wan Yu,” Ming Jiyue said. “Do you want to?”

From every angle, Jiang Wanyu had no choice but to accept. “I’ll do it.”

Ming Jiyue turned to the NPC. “See? I didn’t want to either, but this is the only solution.”

The NPC remained silent.

Ming Jiyue: As long as I don’t say it directly, it’s not my fault I’m writing for Jiang Wanyu.

NPC: Enough! If you want to write for Jiang Wanyu, just say so! I’m not part of your game!

Ming Jiyue took the paper and pen, paused briefly to think, and then began writing, not forgetting to warn beforehand, “Don’t judge if it’s not good.”

“Me too,” Guan Tang added. “Don’t judge.”

Soon, the two revealed their completed poems.

So fast! Writing for someone you like must come naturally, huh?

Guan Tang had barely set down her pen when Ding Yunxi snatched the paper. After a quick glance, Ding Yunxi frowned. “Aaaah, Guan Tang, you’re being so mean! What’s this nonsense? You’re doing this on purpose! You’re trying to ruin my reputation!”

Stuffing the poem into her pocket, Ding Yunxi chased after Guan Tang, ready to pounce. The cameras missed the moment, and Ding Yunxi later refused to let the image-damaging poem see the light of day. It ultimately became one of the ten unsolved mysteries of Walking in the Spotlight.

Just how bad was it that she’s too embarrassed to show anyone?

Ding Yunxi (outwardly): I have my pride! No one’s allowed to see it! Ding Yunxi (inwardly): This was written for me by my darling Tangtang! No one’s allowed to see it! (doge)

Ming Jiyue’s poem was much more conventional, a seven-character quatrain:

Drunk and sleepless, the night stretches on,

My heart pours out to the faint moonlight.

Chasing shadows, yearning for distant clouds,

Her ethereal presence, forever beyond reach.

Not bad at all! Considering she’s not a professional poet, this is quite impressive.

ELI5: Isn’t this just a typical love poem? Nothing particularly special about it, right?

Same question. I don’t understand poetry, but it seems well-written. Still, there’s nothing particularly special about it, is there? Wouldn’t it be the same regardless of who it’s for? Why not Guan Tang? Why must it be Jiang Wanyu?

+1. Ming Jiyue urged Guan Tang to refuse, and I thought she was going to write a poem confessing her feelings to Jiang Wanyu, haha!

Maybe the content of the poem isn’t what matters, but rather who it’s given to?

The audience wasn’t the only ones puzzled; Guan Tang and Ding Yunxi, who were watching live, shared the same confusion.

Ding Yunxi’s confusion stemmed simply from why the poem wasn’t written for her or Guan Tang, while Guan Tang wondered if there was something unique about its content.

Jiang Wanyu, however, was different. After carefully reading the poem, her gaze softened visibly as she meticulously folded the paper and tucked it into her pocket. “Thank you,” she said. “I really like it.”

Even though I don’t understand what’s special about the poem, Jiang Wanyu’s expression tells me it’s no ordinary piece.

Damn, “not close”? “First time meeting”? First time meeting and already this in sync? What exactly is written in that poem? What’s the hidden meaning? Wan Yu, don’t just smile to yourself—share the joy with the rest of us!

Jiang Wanyu clearly intended to keep their joy private, not sharing it with others. “Let’s go,” she said. “We need to find more mission cards.”

Just as everyone was wondering what was so special about the poem, someone finally figured it out.

Ah, I get it now!!!

What is it? Tell us!

Aaaah, I understand! It’s a confession poem! Ming Jiyue, you’re so clever! Even your poems are so elaborate!

Holy sh1t, I get it too! Who the hell still thinks they’re not close? They’re confessing on the spot, proposing live, performing a couple’s bow, and heading straight to the bridal chamber!

Stream the bridal chamber scene! I’ll pay to watch (blushing)!

Hey, geniuses! Stop hogging the fun! What’s the secret?!

My best friend’s about to join the special forces in the Amazon. She needs to know the poem’s hidden meaning before she leaves! Please tell us!!!

Screw it! Let’s see how long you can keep up the act. “Not Close” CP, I’m shipping it!