From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… …Anson.”

Adrenaline surged, a tense and exciting sensation churning fiercely in her stomach. Annie felt a little nauseous, glancing quickly left and right while watching Anson's back, afraid their actions would be caught by passersby.

The next second, Annie realized her voice was echoing in the street and quickly lowered it, calling out anxiously.

“Anson. Anson…”

However, in that short time, Anson had already agilely climbed over—

Worthy of being the current Spider-Man.

Annie turned her head to see Anson standing in the garden, smiling and waving, and was completely stunned.

Anson also lowered his voice, squeezing the words out of his throat.

“Annie, you're not scared, are you?”

A single sentence made Annie chuckle, “Scared? How could I be? I was a tomboy when I was little, climbing trees and walls is nothing for me.”

Anson gently raised his chin, revealing a look of sudden realization.

“Then, is it your agent asking you to pay attention to your image? We must create a perfect image, impeccable, making everyone yearn for it?”

“Or is it Disney? After all, a princess being caught trespassing in Alice's secret garden, that's headline news on the sixth page of the 'New York Times'?”

With just a few words, Annie's competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

Effortlessly, Annie recalled the plot of “The Princess Diaries.”

After Mia became a princess, all the media and all the classmates wanted to see her make a fool of herself. Any slight mistake would become a reason for people to attack her. In the dazzling lights and noise, she gradually lost herself.

Now, in real life, Annie seemed to be the same—

She was trapped, trapped in the princess's skirt.

Looking up at Anson again, Annie suddenly realized that Anson was doing it on purpose, to help her break free from the shackles of the princess image and regain her freedom.

In a hurry, Annie didn't have time to sort out her thoughts, and she regained that long-lost impulse.

A little recklessness, a little adventure, a little wantonness, breaking free from the reins.

Annie looked down at her jeans, and using both her hands and feet, she climbed onto the iron railing. In a few moments, she had already climbed up and successfully flipped over without encountering too many difficulties.

Actually… so simple.

Usually, looking at these railings and fences, they seemed like an insurmountable high wall, those thorns and brambles drawing a chasm in front of them.

But now?

Thud.

Her feet landed inside the fence, the solid feeling of the ground firmly controlling her body. A kind of excitement that was difficult to accurately describe was like a butterfly flapping its wings in her lower abdomen. The freedom and wantonness after breaking free from invisible shackles rushed through her blood vessels, and before she realized it, a smile quietly crept onto the corner of her mouth.

But.

The remaining reason grabbed her thoughts, and turning her head to look at the street behind her, Annie realized that she was standing on private property, which was obviously not a “correct” thing to do. She tried to pull down the corners of her upturned mouth, and the butterflies in her lower abdomen flapped their wings faster and faster, the excitement and tension of breaking the taboo intertwined.

“Anson…”

Annie looked forward, searching for Anson's figure in the darkness by the moonlight. Far from the streetlights, her vision dimmed, and she could only see a blur in front of her, only vaguely seeing the outline of a figure, which made Annie couldn't help but quicken her pace, hurrying to catch up.

“Is there anything in the world worth making such a fuss about…”

The words, not able to be finished, the rest of the language naturally swallowed down, quietly watching everything in front of her, her brain briefly shutting down—

Dense and lush trees spread and unfolded above her head. In the night, it was difficult to tell whether it was a banyan tree or a sycamore, but it carefully supported a small world like a guardian, with a long chair, a swing, and a small fountain quietly located there.

The bright moonlight pierced through the night and passed through the treetops, sparsely scattering down, and the crystal-clear water danced under the moonlight.

The world was so quiet.

No noise, no clamor, not even extra sounds, only the rustling of the breeze blowing through the treetops, all the浮躁settled down.

In this tranquility, only the sound of her heart beating gently agitated on her eardrums, pulling her sight, gradually converging together.

A collision of gazes, unprepared, just like that falling into the deep pool of the eyes.

Slowly, falling.

Thump, thump, the sound of her heart hitting her chest became clearer, stronger, and more turbulent, like the roar of a raging wave.

“Annie…”

“Shh, don't talk. Now, for now, don't.”

Closer.

Closer still.

Relying only on the pull of breath, silently closing the distance, first feeling the temperature of the skin's surface, and then feeling the scalding heat of the boiling blood, before the roar of the heartbeat swallowed all the reason in her brain, she slightly opened her mouth, swallowing all the breath and sound.

Until she couldn't feel any oxygen in her chest, and the roar in her mind made the whole world spin, that was when they finally separated.

Neither of them spoke, but neither of them left, just forehead against forehead, letting each other's breath intertwine.

“Ha.” Finally, joy and happiness erupted like a fountain, no longer able to control herself, Annie gently pursed the corners of her mouth, her cheeks slightly flushed, “The garden, it is indeed very beautiful.”

A whisper made the smile on Anson's lips fully bloom, “See, I told you, it's all worth it.”

Shyness and joy climbed onto her cheeks. Annie broke free from the comfort of the embrace, ran forward two steps, and looked up at the lush canopy, searching for the traces of stars between the branches.

“So, is this lilac? I thought it was a sycamore.”

Anson also hurriedly followed, “You've stumped me, I don't have any knowledge of plants.”

“However, even though I know nothing about plants, I at least know that lilac and sycamore should be two completely different appearances.”

Annie spun around, turned to look at Anson, and opened her arms, “So, is this lilac, or a sycamore?”

Anson raised his head and carefully looked at it, “I think, it's a witness to love, that's the most important thing.”

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat again, the smile on Annie's lips fully bloomed, but she realized that she seemed to have leaked too much inner emotion, and quickly composed her mouth, “I never knew you were such a greasy type, ah, indeed, men, still need time to observe.”

Anson spread his hands, revealing a shallow smile, “Oops, I've been discovered. The true face that I've been carefully hiding all along, only a very, very small number of people can discover the truth.”

Annie chuckled.

“You are the first.”

Annie was directly stunned, the smile lingered on the corner of her mouth, those bright eyes carefully stared at Anson, quietly, for a long time, just like that looking into those clear and deep eyes, like a starry night, like an ocean, the roar of her heartbeat seemed to disappear, the whole world spun at high speed.

So, this feeling of constantly falling, constantly free-falling, is this the taste of falling in love?