The next morning, when Su Yuan woke up and took a look, her arms were bruised, and there was also a large bruise on her waist.

Xiao Hei seemed to have noticed his owner's distress, and stayed by his side, tilting his little head, staring intently at the perplexed Su Yuan as he kept looking left and right in front of the mirror.

"Sigh..." Su Yuan clicked his tongue and pouted. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed the top of Little Hei's head before slowly walking out of the bathroom. He put on a loose turtleneck sweater and casually tousled his naturally curly hair that was already past his ears. Then, he picked up his suitcase and headed outside.

Su Yuan, in the eyes of outsiders, is a person who would be such a waste if not a celebrity.

He had naturally curly hair, parted 3:7 on the side, and occasionally tidied up but always maintained a length that touched his ears. His pair of phoenix eyes always carried an air of elegance and grace - I'm not sure if this word is suitable to describe a man, but indeed, Su Yuan's eyes were very similar to the eyes of the beauties depicted on a folding screen. He had a slightly angular face with not very prominent dimples, but he didn't look feminine. His nose was straight and narrow, not appearing heavy. His lips were thin, but not lacking emotions, and on ordinary days, they seemed to carry a faint smile.

Although Su Yuan is not tall, around 175 cm, his appearance matches his profession perfectly. This one and only small flaw has become a favor from God to him.

Slipping out of the house and arriving at the company, as soon as I entered the lobby, I saw a familiar figure pacing around. Su Yuan pursed her lips and greeted him with a faint smile, lifting her hand to pat the totally unaware Li Cen, "Brother Cen."

"Ah!" Li Cen was startled and quickly turned around, walking over to Su Yuan's side. He grabbed his arm and said, "Xiao Yuan, can you help me out in this dire situation in the martial arts world?"

"What?" Su Yuan looked at Li Cen in confusion as they walked forward together. He glanced around at his surroundings and asked, "What's happening today? Is there some kind of event? Why are there so many people?"

"Don't mention it, today is the debut performance of the first batch," Li Cen sighed, grabbing Su Yuan's arm and headed towards the entrance of the performance hall on the first floor. "That makeup artist, Eric, whom you know? His flight was suddenly canceled and he can't make it! He just told me a moment ago! We don't have any backup main makeup artist at all!"

In fact, after hearing half of the words, Su Yuan had already guessed his intentions. So, after listening to the rest, he didn't have much of a reaction. He silently followed behind Li Cen and pushed the door to walk into the middle of the performance hall.

The dazzling lights on the dance floor almost made Su Yuan dizzy. He didn't expect that after only leaving this place for a few days, he couldn't withstand its brilliance anymore.

After some time of adaptation, Su Yuan finally opened his slightly squinted eyes, taking another look at this place that he was most familiar with.

Coming in through this door, you'll find yourself facing a super long T-shaped backstage area. Chaotic dressing tables fill up the space, almost like half a room. Tall and slender models, dressed in pure black yukatas, are seated in front of their respective makeup stations, anxiously waiting with half-done makeup on their faces.

The appearance of Su Yuan attracted the attention of many people.

"Suko! You're finally here!" The makeup artist Xiaotian rushed over almost crawling as soon as he saw Su Yuan's arrival, throwing himself onto him and trembling, "Save me… I can't handle the workload!"

"Ah, ah, ah... Slow down, slow down," as soon as he touched the bruise on his body, Su Yuan winced in pain and could only hold onto his body with a forced smile. He put his small suitcase aside on the ground and said, "Okay, let me do it. Just take care of yourself."

"Got it!" Xiaotian stood up, wiping away the nonexistent tears from his eyes. He then turned around and hurriedly ran back to his dedicated model, picking up the brush to continue applying makeup to touch up the contouring.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yuan crouched down and opened the box. He took out his own brush set and spread it on his arm—looking like a fully armed warrior.

Having prepared everything, Su Yuan turned back and smirked at Li Cen behind him, "Let's split the profits, huh?"

"Alright, alright, alright." Li Cen lightly pursed his lips and let out a soft chuckle from his nose.

After adding such a powerful member to the backstage team, they quickly finished all the makeup and styling preparations before the debut fashion show.

Su Yuan rubbed his slightly sore arms and found a chair by the side to sit on. Leaning against the wall, he took a deep breath.

I'm so tired...

From the beginning until now, not more than an hour has passed, yet my arms already feel incredibly sore, and tiny strands of sweat begin to seep through my clothes.

Is it really true that I'm getting old?

Su Yuan twisted his head while supporting his shoulder. His perpetually lowered eyes scanned the surrounding area, but they landed first on a pair of eyes gazing at him from within the shadow cast by the spotlight on the stage.

Round and shiny, but clearly filled with dissatisfaction.

It always feels like these eyes are very familiar to me.

Su Yuan leaned on the chair and stood up, tilting his head to see if he could find an angle to see who the person in the shadow was through the reflection.

As the light flickered, the figure of that person appeared. Su Yuan was stunned for a second, and his gaze instantly dimmed.

He supported himself with his hand on the bruised part of his body, shook his head at the position of the figure, and then sat back down on the chair.

Yes, Su Yuan never noticed that Liu Haoyan and the other newcomers were watching from the sidelines of the runway, in the role of learning through observation.

However, Su Yuan doesn't care at all. He said to himself, "Being with you is bothersome." Well then, out of sight, out of mind.

For instance, right now, Su Yuan simply chose to ignore him.