Seeing that Zhou was waiting for me at the door, I asked, "Why did you come here?"

She held my arm, saying, "To pick you up. If you succeed, we celebrate. If not, I’ll comfort you."

I stopped to hug her, "I love you!"

At the moment, I thought Mary was a lucky girl to some degree, for she had a sensible sister and a kind friend.

"How’s it going? Just now I sew Lauren left angrily."

"I got it, of course!" I showed the script to Zhou.

She shouted excitedly, "Good job! You’re going to be famous!"

Zhou lifted me and turned around. After landing I felt a little dizzy, but looking at the lovely girl I burst into laughter immediately as if it came back to the time when I received the first nice role.

We walked hand in hand and she said, "I’ll treat you to dinner, let’s go!"

How cute she was! She seemed happier than she got the role. Mary was so lucky to have such a friend.

We didn’t come home until very late and it was so tired that I fell asleep at once. I vaguely remembered Tina was covering the quilt for me…

"The best actress winner of this International Film Festival is—Shirley!"

Then the applause burst out. Dressed in a custom-made gown, I walked slowly onto the stage in applause, but I was too excited to speak a word after taking the trophy.

I was 28 years old. Looking at the crowd and the host, I was just overwhelmed with joy because my mother died when I was in college and I had been struggling for five years.

I didn’t know why I was working so hard. For money? For fame? Or hiding loneliness with busyness?

Suddenly tinnitus hit me, then I felt too dizzy to stand still, looking the trophy falling to the ground, into pieces. I wanted to pick it up, but my world turned upside down, so I fell.

Darkness came over my eyes, I trembled with fear, suddenly opened eyes, it was only a dream…

I raised my hand and shook it, telling myself, "I am Mary now." All the honors of Shirley had broken and disappeared, just like that dream.

The next day I was woken up by Kevin’s call. I sat up, rubbing my sleepy eyes, and answered.

"Fan memorial service is coming soon, will you come?" Kevin whispered over the phone.

I thought for a moment and said, "I’d better go and see."

After hanging up, I started to prepare. Presumably, I was the only one to attend my own memorial service as someone else.

I sat in the car looking out of the window with a forced smile. I often thought of Mary, maybe this body was still missing its previous owner.

After arriving, I saw many fans heading for the hall with chrysanthemums in their hands. The scene was heavily decorated. Outside were wreaths given by my friends, and I looked at the names on each wreath, the sadness came to me.

Kevin made a sea of purple flowers on the spot since it was my favorite color. In the center of the sea was my black-and-white photo with a smiling face, but l could never smile like that anymore.

"Make way, everybody. Miss Zheng, please." A man shouted loudly.

It was Yuki Zheng. As is known to all, we were enemies in the entertainment circle, then how could she come? Is it to increase her popularity of passers-by while I dead?

Yuki staggered to the photo with red eyes, bowed deeply for three times, and stood beside with the help of her assistant, just couldn’t stop sobbing.

There were many reporters taking pictures of Yuki—the hypocritical woman.

I snorted, rolling my eyes. We were not getting along before because she always tried to steal my limelight, but was stepped on by me eventually.

Now that Shirley had passed away, Yuki had naturally become the top actress in China. She should cheer for it rather than come to my memorial meeting and pretend to be sad in order to make a good reputation.

Tired of her performance, I told Kevin that I went to the toilet. After finishing it, I was to flush when I heard two people rushing into the toilet.