Make Your Wish with Me - Chapter 7
Qiu Yun always thought herself lucky.
Poor family, but loving parents.
Hard worker, dream school.
Dream: Actor—immerse roles, soul-collide, resonate wonderfully.
But poverty + beauty = disaster.
Endless temptations, pressures.
Refused all—agent glared, but no selling out.
Until parents’ “accident” death.
Was it accident?
Endured malice lifelong—parents’ love shielded from leers.
Crash: Retaliation.
Heard rejected man regret: “Just scare—didn’t mean deaths.”
But convicted: Someone else—powerful twist rules.
Qiu Yun iced.
Realized: Beyond parents, no one fully for her, backing dreams.
Her dream killed family.
No more love.
Debut obscure; that time, dead inside—sudden DM.
“You ok? Mood bad?”
Said fan, noticed state, cared.
Knew her minor roles intimately, consoled.
Daily chats—few sentences, but lifeline.
Someone liked her, saw her—world not all covet, some pure.
Qiu Yun rallied: Ok, grow strong, evidence—prison them one day.
That night, girl urged meet far.
But wish-blogger: Don’t—fake.
…Fake.
Saw through facade: Hideous grins behind.
Recalled meeting day—agent’s rare gig; post, girl connected.
Not dumb—wanted confront, but silenced.
Even admit—what? Powerless.
Guessed: Rich kids’ bet?
Dangled money/resources/status—she unmoved, simpler method.
Fake fan—half-month chats, hooked.
…So gullible.
Agent knew her craving recognition—debut, eager hand to him: Let’s work! He touched once.
Used her vulnerability, pushed to hell.
Long since felt lucky.
Until today—blogger chose her.
Granted wish.
