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"Mimi, let's tidy up a bit; we can wake Shuning now. We need to get ready to disembark." The cabin was still quiet at this moment, and Sini's deliberately lowered voice sounded particularly clear in Mimi's ears. This brief flight was also a rare time for them to rest.
"Okay, Sister Sini." She sighed quietly, feeling that she hadn't rested enough before having to get up and move again. She turned to look at He Shuning, who was resting with an eye mask on. Ah, Sister Ning had finally managed to sleep soundly for a bit, and now she had to be woken up. Mimi followed Sister Ning every day, often working back-to-back, switching venues, and working day and night without pause. Sometimes she felt so exhausted that she could barely maintain her expression and wanted to lose her temper on the spot. However, Sister Ning always had to maintain her professional demeanor; whenever she appeared in public or in front of the camera, she was always in top form, her skin glowing as if it never faltered. It seemed that this was the mark of a true professional star.
But Mimi knew that Sister Ning also got tired. Whenever she had the chance, she would usually catch up on sleep. Her life was quite monotonous; privately, she seemed indifferent to everything, as if nothing mattered to her. Having worked beside Sister Ning for two years, Mimi couldn't recall a single instance of her getting angry. Whether in work or life, if there was something Sister Ning disapproved of, she would simply point it out calmly and everything would return to normal after it was corrected. In truly excessive situations, she would just walk away.
Mimi vividly remembered an endorsement event where someone of Sister Ning's stature would have a makeup room prepared by the organizers in advance. On one occasion, a lesser-known star took advantage of an unclear relationship with someone high up in the organizing committee and switched the makeup rooms at the last minute, moving Sister Ning to a shared space. Mimi still recalled the scene clearly; Sister Sini was furious and declared they would no longer cooperate regardless of the organizers' apologies. Since Sister Ning was the main spokesperson for that brand, everyone thought negotiations were hopeless. Yet Sister Ning showed no emotional response; she simply asked the organizers to provide her with a private room.
Sister Sini disagreed and accused the organizers of slapping them in the face right there, immediately drafting a contract termination notice. To everyone's surprise, Sister Ning calmly said, "Let's just leave it at that; it's not a big deal," and then waved her hand dismissively as she left that battlefield.
At that moment, everyone present couldn't help but admire her composure and remarked how graceful she was—truly a senior figure whose perspective was beyond what ordinary people could reach.
But only Mimi thought differently. She felt that Sister Ning was indifferent—truly indifferent to everything except work. Outside of work hours, most of her time was spent sleeping. When she had short breaks, she would rest in her apartment watching slow movies while sipping a little red wine. She controlled her intake carefully, drinking just enough to feel slightly tipsy before going to sleep. When she had longer breaks, she would disappear for some time into an unknown village where they couldn't reach her or follow along—just her alone.
People in the industry only saw her brilliance and success and thought she had everything one could desire; that's why they found her so calm and composed, seemingly above everything else. Yet Mimi felt that Sister Ning was lost—adrift without direction.
It was like flying a kite in a gentle breeze; you held onto the string tightly and could see the kite high above you, but the line you held felt loose without any strong pull or sense of security from being tethered together. There wasn't that assurance of being able to adjust the line based on wind strength or altitude. If a sudden gust came along, the line might snap and the kite would vanish; if the wind died down then, the kite would fall from its height and struggle to rise again.
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