When I woke up the next morning, I felt the pain and numbness all over my head, looking around, fortunately, this was my home, my villa. And Kevin, he was lying in a chair not far away and sleeping with narrow eyes, looked tired.

I took a blanket and gently tuck him up. I wouldn’t have thought that he opened his eyes suddenly and looked at me and shouted, "Shirley, are you trying to scare me to death?!"

I smiled with embarrassment. "I just wanna tuck you. I’m afraid that you might catch a cold. Who knows it accidentally woke you up."

"I'm not talking about that!" Kevin suddenly became a little serious, and he said, "Shirley, are you crazy? Drinking so much wine and crying your head off last night? Aren’t you afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi and damaging your image? So many pop stars got blocked because of various negative events! Don’t you even learn a lesson?"

Knowing that Kevin criticized me for this, I was even more upset. "How could there be a paparazzi photographing a star like me, an unpopular actress?! Nobody would care about who is in the picture! Who knows me?!"

"You still mind it." His voice suddenly became very gentle. I had to say, after all these years with Kevin, he was still able to perceive the changes of my emotion in the first place, even though I never told him that I minded I had nothing at all, being bullied and persecuted everywhere, but still nowhere to tell.

Kevin stood up from the chair and took a few steps around. He didn't seem to know how to comfort me. After a long time, he went to me and patted my shoulder and said, "Remember, you are Mary now!"

Before I could argue, he went downstairs and left me alone at the bedside of the bedroom. Yeah, what else could I do except being Mary?!

After a while, there came Kevin’s shouting. "Mary, breakfast is ready, come on!"

Breakfast was simple: a glass of milk, a sandwich with fried eggs.

I sat at the table to eat, and Kevin had already started eating. Both of us seem to be too quiet because of the heavy topic. We didn’t talk anymore, just eat.

After Kevin finished eating, he cleaned up and did the washing-up. The sound of the water came with Kevin’s voice as well. "I know, you cannot be reconciled, but, as you said, we can’t find Xin now and there is no evidence to accuse Yuki of killing Shirley."

I could only reply "well" to show that I knew the current situation.

Kevin didn't look back and went on to say, "But you don't just have to be responsible for your own life right now! You are Shirley, and also Mary! You need to manage Mary’s life as well as get justice for yourself! Only in this way, is it worthy for you to live again!"

Yeah, I’ve consoled myself by that for a thousand times, but I still hadn’t managed her life well. I was really sorry for Mary.

I had to work hard, let Mary shine and become the next Shirley, so that could successfully replace Yuki, wasn’t it good?!

"Kevin, give me some time! I need a process to accept a new body, and also a new life." I explained.

Seeing that Kevin didn't reply, I had to change the topic, "By the way, Kevin, any news on Xin?"

Kevin saw that I had finished eating and came to clear away the dishes. "Since she left, all the information has been deleted. I couldn't find anything about her for a while. Moreover, she changed her mobile number. It’s obvious she didn't want to be found!"

"Of course!" I took it for granted, "How did I treat her before? Everyone saw it in the eyes, and she even colluded with an outsider to frame me up. Not to mention that it broke the law, but words of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness, which of her? How dare she?! Anywhere could she be!"

Speaking of this, I suddenly reminded of something, and rushed back to the living room cabinet to rummage, but didn’t find it.

Kevin couldn't see it anymore and asked, "What are you looking for? I’ll help you!"

It just occurred to me that Kevin was much more familiar with the house than me! I used to stay on the set. If I was filming in the local area, my home would be like an inn, and it was just a place to sleep at night. If filming in the field, I rarely came back.

Those faces in the showbiz were changing too fast. In order to make people remember me as soon as possible, I received a lot of plays in the first few years when I just became famous. Therefore, I rarely had time to stay at home. Kevin helped me with all these things in the house, surely he was familiar with it.

"Kevin, do you still remember I seemed to have a pair of clay figurines in the living room?" I asked him as I rummaging.

Kevin tugged me on the sofa and said, "Sit down, please. I’ll fetch it for you! I saw it on the shelf before and I felt that it was not matched with the living room style, so I put it away. How did you think of finding that?"

Kevin said, as he pulled out a large box from the bottom cabinet, took out a delicate box from it and put it on the table. I opened the box and saw the pair of clay dolls I was looking for.

I handed it to Kevin and said, "Can you recognize where this specialty comes from? I remember it was what Xin gave to me. She said that this was a specialty of her hometown, and her townsmen were traditional craftsmen. We can find out where this special product comes from, and then it’s easy to know Xin’s hometown. Isn’t it?"

Kevin clapped his hands and said, "That’s right! And then we can find Xin!" After that, he took the figurine and looked carefully. Suddenly he put it down and said with excitement, "Ah, I got it!"

I asked quickly, "Where is it?"

Kevin replied, "No, I’m not saying that. I think of a friend who is an expert in folklore research. Hey, take a picture and send it to him. Maybe he knows where it is!" Acted with delay, Kevin was such a get-things-done guy. Took a photo, sent WeChat messages, and then gave his friend a call. After that, we began to wait by the phone, eating melon seeds idly.

When the phone rang, we both jumped up in excitement. Kevin hurried to turn on the hands free speaker-function and there came the voice with an old scholar's demeanor. "Hello, Kevin! I’ve seen it. This clay figurine is made of black clay. The color sculpture style is very conspicuous and the shape is also very vivid..."

Hearing the old scholar was about to start his lecture, Kevin interrupted, "Just tell me where the clay figurine is!"

The scholar was obviously dissatisfied with Kevin. He sighed and complained, "All right! Kevin, you still lack initiative! This is the clay figurine of Huizhou."