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A LOVE TO REMEMBER

"Have you ever been in love?"

The question is simple enough. Tomorrow morning, a headline will appear on the news, the article hyperanalyzing each and every flicker of his gaze, every twitch of his fingers, the singular bob of his throat. That's what the media does, after all; it paints pictures of an idealistic life and cuts you down with one wrong move.

But the question is simple. The answer is simpler.

"Of course I've been in love."

He usually doesn't respond to this question, so the gasps that ring out through the audience are naturally expected. The interviewer herself looks startled at his answer, like she was expecting him to laugh and brush it off, or shake his head just as he always does. She blinks, her fingers tightening around the neck of the microphone in her hand, and then she smiles so widely that he thinks her face will break the following second.

"Really?" she asks, voice dripping with excitement. "Would you mind telling us about them?"

There's a stone-heavy pause.

"There's not much to tell," he says. "He is the earth, and I was his moon."

She laughs. "People usually use the sun for such metaphors."

His smile is serene. "Then he is the sun, and I was the sunflower that never turned away."

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"It's like you want me to lose my job," He Xuan tells him the moment he steps into the dressing room. His hands are crossed and he's leaning against the wall, toes tapping against the floor as his glare hardens.

Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow as he slides into a chair. "I do want you to lose your job."

"Then fire me," says He Xuan. "Please fire me. I'm sick of you."

"No thanks. I enjoy watching you suffer."

"I know," says He Xuan, and then he heaves a sigh.

Hua Cheng has (unfortunately) known him for a number of years now, and not a day goes by where He Xuan doesn't sigh in his general direction. They're all quite dramatic for literally no reason, he thinks. He Xuan's sighs can be sorted into three different categories: there's the fairly common I'm Sick Of Your Bullshit sigh, the even more common You All Are So Fucking Stupid sigh, and the absolute most common I'm So Fucking Hungry sigh.

This, of course, is a classic case of I'm Sick Of Your Bullshit.

"What the hell was that?" he's sputtering now, waving his hands up and around his head and looking like an idiot. Hua Cheng has half the mind to whip out his phone and start recording him.

He replies calmly, "What the hell was what?"

"He was the sun? Where the fuck did you pull that shit out of? I thought you weren't interested in people asking you about your pathetic excuse of a love life."

Hua Cheng hums and leans forward towards the mirror, inspecting his face carefully.

"What?" He Xuan tries again, marching up beside him. "Did you do it for clicks? Like you even need more clicks. You're the most popular actor in the country."

"Do you think my skin is getting bad?" Hua Cheng asks, ignoring him. "I think I see a pimple on my forehead."

"I'll book an appointment with the dermatologist tomorrow," comes He Xuan's clipped, immediate reply. Then he shakes his head. "Stop distracting me and answer the question. Why did you do it? You've never had a serious dating rumor in your entire career."