According to the plan, Lin would take part in the adaptation as the screenwriter.
The novel had already been sent to her team.
Yeh appeared calm, though a quiet anticipation lingered beneath the surface. She could almost predict it—Lin would like this story.
The first content meeting.
Lin spoke first.
She talked about structure, relationships, and a rare sense of balance—
two equally matched people, restrained, yet unable to ignore their attraction to each other. They became variables in each other's lives, disrupting systems that had once felt complete.
"They're not saving each other," Lin said.
"They're becoming the questions the other can no longer avoid."
She pointed out how the story sidestepped familiar market traps: one-sided devotion, manufactured misunderstandings, love framed as sacrifice.
More importantly—
The characters will not lose themselves because of love.
Through love, they arrived at different versions of themselves.
It was classic Hollywood A–B storytelling.
They didn't fall for each other by chance, but through alignment—of mind, of soul, of how they understood the world.
What Lin described was almost exactly what Yeh had been thinking.
Yeh had to admit it: they were still remarkably in sync.
The discussion stretched through the afternoon. Adaptation choices, emotional tension, dramatic weight—everything was taken apart and reassembled.
Near the end, Yeh added her thoughts—not as a producer this time, but as a reader.
"If this were real life," she said,
"I'd feel pressure faced with a love that intense. If being together required overcoming so much resistance, I'd probably walk away. There are many things in life more important than love."
Lin shook her head.
"I don't think people can stay that rational forever."
Her voice was steady. "The odds of meeting a soulmate are too low. If you do—why wouldn't you hold on?"
"Everyone needs to love decisively at least once, to understand what love really means."
Yeh asked without thinking, "Would you fight for it?"
"If I met one," Lin replied, "I would."
Yeh didn't continue.
She wasn't used to discussing personal feelings in a room full of people. Talking about love in professional terms came easily to her. But once it turned personal, what was exposed wasn't just an opinion—it was history.