To actively lower oneself and love so humbly for someone who doesn't love you back is not love at all.
When you encounter someone who doesn't love you, the most correct and rational approach is to let go.
No matter how much you love someone, no matter how deep that love is, you should never abandon your self-respect and allow yourself to be trampled upon.
At any time, whether you are a man or a woman, you should never be a "舔狗" (a sycophantic admirer).
Because a sycophantic admirer, who dotes and fawns endlessly, will ultimately have nothing left.
Jiang Ling knew of Jian Zhou, but only through the words in novels. She had never met him in person.
As she walked into the personal studio in her short heels, she saw Sister Sa standing with a man in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Sister Sa, like a fussy mother hen, was meticulously instructing the man on what to pay attention to when interacting with Jiang Ling.
The man's back was to Jiang Ling. He wore a white shirt and black pants, his figure tall and straight like a bamboo shoot.
Upon hearing footsteps, both of them turned their heads in unison to look at the doorway.
The moment Jiang Ling first saw him, her mind went completely blank.
The image of a devoted second male lead, a sycophant she had envisioned in her mind, instantly shattered into nothingness.
At this very moment, her thoughts were consumed by two words: beautiful!
For good-looking boys, words like handsome or dashing are generally used; beautiful is typically reserved for girls.
But upon seeing Jian Zhou, Jiang Ling felt an overwhelming urge to describe him as beautiful.
Although the original novel contained lengthy descriptions of his appearance, praising him to the heavens, no amount of written description could ever compare to the overwhelming impact of seeing him in person.
Jian Zhou's features, how to describe them?
Handsome without being effeminate, delicate without being coquettish, with red lips and white teeth, a waist as slender as a willow, and a posture as upright as bamboo.
Oh my god, it was truly exquisite!
In Jiang Ling's own words, he was "this is Grandma's favorite kind of dish."
She, an old auntie of eighteen in biological age and over thirty in psychological age, adored these tall, slender, fair-skinned, and soft little "puppy" types.
Especially his eyes, as deep as obsidian, yet as they moved, they held the brilliance of stars from the nine heavens, truly, truly beautiful.
The entertainment industry was not short of handsome men and beautiful women. Young, fair-skinned, and attractive male artists were a dime a dozen.
However, this person before her was more attractive than any young heartthrob she had seen in her past or present life.
What was even more rare was that while the young heartthrobs in the industry were good-looking, they often had a touch of feminine affectation. In the words of their anti-fans, they were effeminate.
But on him, not only was there no trace of femininity, but the simple white shirt and black pants he wore only served to highlight his handsome demeanor and heroic spirit.
Jiang Ling's gaze traced from his lips, which were as red as ripe cherries without any lipstick, to his fair neck, his beautiful collarbone, all the way down to the shiny black leather shoes on his feet.
Oh my, this man was damnably sweet, it was to die for!
Jiang Ling felt her throat was about to go dry. She swallowed several times, trying to act nonchalant as she walked over.
"Lingzi, this is Jian Zhou. From now on, if you're too busy, you can delegate tasks to him," Sister Sa introduced, pointing to Jian Zhou.
Jiang Ling responded with a faint "Mm," feigning coolness.
"Miss Jiang, I look forward to your guidance!"
Jian Zhou extended his hand to Jiang Ling.
The master had said that anomalies detached from the Heavenly Dao possessed the ability to break through space and time, and alter fate.
However, to harness this ability, one needed close proximity to such a person.