Under the decent buzz on Weibo, Lemon Entertainment and Bright Starry Sky were kickstarting the preparations for their web drama with great intensity.
Casting actors, costume fittings, scheduling, launching ceremonies... Rong Yan was busy as a dog, heading out early and returning late every day, essentially out of sight.
In the beautiful rose garden of the Li Old Mansion, a five- or six-year-old boy, dressed in navy-colored suspenders and little Dr. Martens boots that revealed a chubby, adorable stretch of calf, wobbled as he perched on the garden swing. In his hand, he held a blooming rose, its bright magenta petals clenched in his palm, nearly crushed out of shape. Yet his head was bowed, his spirits so low that he didn't notice the "pitiful" state of the rose in his hand. His cheeks puffed up, long lashes trembling lightly like tiny fans, shielding his beautiful eyes.
"Mom is coming home tonight."
He muttered to himself, plucking off a petal as he spoke.
