The King’s Enchanting
Chapter 110 - 110 113 Remnants of First Love 2

110: Chapter 113: Remnants of First Love (2) 110: Chapter 113: Remnants of First Love (2) Especially noteworthy was the character of Glen played by Lu Jiayuan, who was humorous and charming yet gentle and approachable.

But when it mattered most, he displayed true masculinity.

He was one of the protagonist’s most reliable and intimate companions.

Even in the United States, the attention Lu Jiayuan received was hardly less than that of the lead character.

They had never imagined that Liu Sicheng would be unable to take part, and the replacement would be the golden actor from an American megahit TV series that swept across the United States and caused a worldwide sensation!

This was simply…

unbelievable.

Although Liu Sicheng was also one of the top heartthrobs on the domestic screen, compared to Lu Jiayuan…

there was simply no comparison at all!

Originally, this was just a pure youth idol drama where most of the main characters were attractive but lacked acting skills, which earned it the nickname online of being “suitable for young children’s viewing”.

It was easy to imagine that with Lu Jiayuan joining the cast, the level and depth of the show had increased by more than just a notch, right?

The appearance of Lu Jiayuan quickly overshadowed the minor episode of Jiang Xuanqi looking for trouble.

Everyone gathered around him, excitedly asking questions.

——Except for Jian Anning.

While the set was buzzing with activity, she slowly walked out by herself.

Outside the set was another scene constructed by the crew, where the male lead held his first campus concert with the help of the female lead and achieved a huge success.

There was a stage set up on the green lawn, with a few chairs scattered sparsely below.

Stage lights and props still dangled above the stage—reminiscent of the ball that she once attended with Lu Jiayuan.

She walked slowly to the edge of the stage, ascended the steps at a leisurely pace, leaned against a pillar, and quietly watched a cloud drift across the sky.

Jian Anning hadn’t liked Lu Jiayuan from the start.

And it wasn’t as Zhao Ziyin had assumed, that it happened at the New Year’s ball at their art academy, where she introduced him to her.

The year she met Lu Jiayuan, she was twenty years old, having chosen to study “History of Classical Philosophy”, an unpopular subject.

It wasn’t to pad her credit for graduation, but because she had witnessed the tragic death of her father and grandparents in a car accident, had been taken back to the Cheng Family by Jian Panying, and suffered exclusion due to the hostility of her nominal brother and half-sister from a different mother.

Her naturally lively and cheerful personality had become silent and reserved after the calamity.

She still remembered, it was a season of proliferating autumn leaves.

The first class of the semester was nearing its end when a boy suddenly burst into the room, a sorry expression on his face: “I’m sorry, teacher, I was late because of a club activity.

May I come in?”

Unsurprisingly, after surveying the whole room, the boy took the only available seat next to her: “May I sit here?”

She nonchalantly nodded, without even sparing him a glance, her eyes fixed on her textbook.

Sitting next to each other, they initially had almost no interaction, each as reserved as ice.

Midway through the semester, as the day of the test approached, Jian Anning came early to the learning building to study.

The classroom was still locked, so she headed near the building, hoping to find a bench to sit and read.

Deep into autumn, Canada is known as the land of maples.

She saw only a handsome and neat-looking boy leaning against a large maple tree, flipping through several books recommended by the professor.