At this moment, Meng Qiuyan felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to step into the abyss before her.
But Yuran's call, like the last piece of floating wood, once gave her hope. She too had wished to freely make her choices, more than once wanting to accept Yuran's invitation to join Ran Studio.
Yet… behind her were too many concerns, and she couldn't bear to burden Yuran as well.
Now, she truly needed a piece of floating wood like Yuran to give her a hand.
"Yuran…"
Meng Qiuyan's voice choked up a little, "Yuran…"
Yuran knew all too well what Meng Qiuyan was thinking at this very moment.
She didn't speak, allowing Meng Qiuyan to vent her emotions quietly. After five minutes, Meng Qiuyan managed to regain her composure.
She spoke again, "Yuran, it's not that I don't want to sign with your studio. It's just that I have a mess behind me, and I don't want to trouble…"
Yuran interrupted her, "Qiuyan, between us, I think it's not too much to ask for honesty."
