Jiang Yuxi's POV
Another award.
Best Actress.
I glance at the golden trophy in my hands, the shining emblem of my success.
At some point, winning these was the highlight of my life.
Now?
I barely feel anything.
With a soft exhale, I toss it onto the nearest chair and stretch my arms, wandering through the familiar, expensive apartment that I've practically moved into.
My own home feels like a distant memory.
I spend more time in Han Li's space than my own.
I breathe in the scent of her—clean cologne, fresh linen, the faintest trace of something citrusy.
Sometimes, I just want to be closer.
Sometimes, I want to crawl into her skin.
She texted earlier—said she'd be working late.
I miss her.
The emotion is so borderline obsessive that I don't even try to fight it anymore.
Instead, I step into the shower, letting the hot water scald my skin, washing away the residual numbness that lingers whenever she's not around.
By the time I step out, I've already made my decision.
