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Airport lounge, Changsha


"Five years of suffering and all of a sudden we send them off to their happily ever after," Caesar said quietly.

"I'm not the only one having separation anxiety, am I?" Connor faked a sniffle.

"We'll miss trying to push them at each other. Now they no longer need us for that," Darren said with a smile.

"Feels strange doesn't it? No longer wondering when they'll face their feelings," Jia Qi answered.

"Now we're all stuck with figuring out when exactly they did. And how they managed to fool us all." Xi Zi piped up, and gave Darren and Connor a high five before dragging them both away.

She laughed.

"I don't know. I'd rather start figuring out something else entirely. Like maybe they weren't the only Meteor Garden team up that was destined to end up together."

"Shut up, Caesar."


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Flight JK-8729, bound for Beijing


"Private plane! To the Maldives!"

"Shut it, Shui. I'm trying to get some sleep. I start filming tomorrow." Zi Wei muttered.

"Do you think he'll like them? The presents, I mean."

"That is, if she even packed them in her luggage. You know how she is." Xiaowen shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable.

"She didn't."

The two women gaped at Zi Wei in dismay.

"I did," she grinned smugly. "After I removed her pajamas and cotton undies."

"What?!"

"You're both welcome."


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TTA


She stared at the photo gracing the front pages of all ten top major publications of China.

At her request, the couple had agreed to release one official photo for the wedding announcement. She was surprised at their choice.

He had been adamant about privacy. And the girl had been a nervous wreck during the staged engagement dinner. She hadn't expected this.

She'd expected a photo of two newlyweds, standing beside each other in front of some backdrop in their wedding attire and, hopefully, beaming at the camera.

She got one of a couple in what seemed to be a dance, oblivious to everything, absorbed in each other's eyes, bodies half-hidden in white smoke, fairy lights and lilies floating around them.

If they were trying to send a message, she got it loud and clear.

She had thought she would have to pull a little weight and convince a couple of newspapers to feature the photo in a full spread. But the photo took care of itself. In the end, she had to release an official statement for the agency, requesting privacy for the newlyweds and denying any knowledge of additional details.

She gave herself a figurative pat on the shoulder.

Yes, it was times like these that she liked her job.

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