On the other end of the phone, Summer greeted with a smile, her voice light and gentle, “Hello, may I ask if you are ire, the author of ‘Noodle Couple’?”


    “Yes, and who might you be?” ire responded.


    “Hello, I’m Summer, the actress ying Zoe in our drama that started shooting today.”


    “Hello, hello.” ire felt surprised and happy to receive a call from an actress, sensing an inexplicable familiarity.


    “I am a neer to acting, but I’ve always had a dream of performing, and I cherish this opportunity to work on this y. I really like the character Zoe, but I want to portray her essence and do better. So, I thought of discussing Zoe with you, if you have the time.”


    “I do, I do.” ire was willing to talk about the character with her.


    Summer loved Zoe, and ire also had a special affection for the character.


    Despite not being the protagonist, Zoe had a distinct and vivid personality.


    Thus, these two strangers, brought together by the allure of Zoe, conversed as if they had known each other for ages, chatting without any barriers…


    ire was a person of greatpassion, and every character she created felt like her own flesh and blood.


    And Summer was eager to embody the soul of this character…


    So the conversation went on joyfully, with two girls who had never met, chatting for a whole hour.


    The intelligent Summer grasped the message the character needed to convey even more, of resilience, kindness, and unwavering love.


    ire was kind, and she encouraged Summer a lot. Though not having met her, she felt that Summer was a person with a passionate heart.


    That night, Summer stayed upte, studying the script after the call, not wanting tog behind in the production of the y, striving for perfection.


    She felt a bit pressured, but she was also working very hard.


    At night, a car parked in the yard in front of a vi.


    Tristan and Monica got out of the car, hand in hand, and walked into the living room.


    It had been another wonderful and fulfilling day. They had gone rock climbing together, tried new things, and discovered their courage.


    They had taken the old-fashioned green train to the neighboring ancient town, strolled hand in hand along the cobblestone steps in the town, tasted local snacks, watched a grand live performance, and visited a waterfall hanging on a cliff…


    They went to an orchard, picked ripe fruits, andter gave them to Algerone and Belinda when they returned to the city…


    They went horseback riding together, chased the sunset together…


    After taking a bath, they changed into couple pajamas and went to the study.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    Monica, as usual, sat on Tristan’sp.


    In front of them was an openputer. The wedding ns were almost finalized, with a dreamy visual design and attention to detail being perfected.


    They would discuss and n together and often think of the same ideas.


    In thememorative book of 100 things they needed toplete, the dates were filling up, and thumbprints were multiplying…


    It was almost bursting at the seams.


    “I’m a bit tired.” A feeling of exhaustion swept over Monica as she turned and hugged his neck, “I think the wedding n is already very good.”


    Tristan held her hand, nced out the window, and saw the moonlight pouring down.


    Monica stood up, “Good night, you should rest early too,” getting ready to leave.


    He stood up and gently turned her shoulder, “Let me take you to the roof to catch some fresh air.”


    “I don’t want to go. I’m really tired today,” the girl’s voice sounded weary, “I want to sleep, I must have climbed ten thousand steps in that ancient town.”


    But Tristan held her shoulder, gazing deeply into her eyes, “It won’t take long, just a moment.”


    Why was he so insistent?


    No matter what in the past, he had always followed her lead. If she said she was tired, he would apany her to rest early.


    So… did he have something to tell her tonight?


    “Alright then,” Monica agreed, feeling a bit curious, wanting to know what he had in store.


    And so, Tristan led her out, up the stairs to the rooftop.


    The warm yellow ambiance lights flickered, and pots of different rose varieties were in full bloom. The moonlight shone brightly, the wind swaying the flowers in its embrace.


    This must be a carefully maintained courtyard scene.


    Tristan knelt on one knee, took out a small box, and presented a ring from inside…