Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"Okay, let's go here and take a rest first." Grace clapped her palm.

The actors on the stage immediately relaxed, and some even sat on the spot. Every muscle in their body was protesting, and even their fingers lost the strength.

Fu Qing dragged her heavy legs to the chair beside her, and took the handkerchief handed by her assistant to wipe the sweat on her forehead.

Every time I take a breath, there seems to be a flame burning in my lungs. Even if there is cooling magic on the stage, it seems to have lost its effect during the practice.

Fuqing put down her handkerchief and picked up the water glass, and took a light sip to moisten her dry lips.

Do not drink a lot of water after strenuous exercise. This is a rule that every troupe member must memorize.

Sweat fell into his eyes, causing bursts of sour feeling.

Fu Qing didn't bother to pay attention to it either, and leaned back on the back of the chair, feeling the cool air taking away the heat from her body.

She turned her head and looked at Grace.

Since the accidental death of the head of the group Donald some time ago, the former Rose Flower, the wife of the head of the group, has taken over the responsibility of the head of the group and worked hard to maintain the operation of the Rose Opera Troupe.

Under her busy schedule, the opera troupe did not experience major fluctuations.

If she was envious in the past, now Fuqing has a little more admiration for Grace in her heart.

She thought she couldn't do it at all.

"Huh, I'm so tired, I don't want to move at all."

"Alas, the fame of the movie is getting bigger and bigger now, and I don't know how long the glory of the opera will last."

"Don't think too much, just do your own work."

"…"

In the ears are the conversations of the troupe members.

Grace closed her eyes.

They're right, in the City of Steel now, movies are far more famous than operas.

It is no exaggeration to say that most of the reasons they came to the opera house were for movies.

If it weren't for the fact that there was only one at present, the Rose Opera Troupe might have been completely defeated.

Grace breathed a sigh of relief, opened her eyes again, her confused expression subsided, and her eyes became firm again.

If it was just that difficult, it would be impossible to knock her down.

Besides, she never thought of sticking to it all the time.

The trend of the times is unstoppable, and Grace will not be naive enough to stop it by herself.

As the closest person to the movie, she will be the first to seize the opportunity to take off.

After a few more simple words, Grace turned around and left the opera hall, and went back to the living room through the long corridor.

Everything is exactly the same as the beginning, nothing has changed.

Grace sat beside the bed, looking at familiar things, the expression on her face could not tell whether she was sad or nostalgic.

"People always have to look forward."

After a long time, she whispered.

I don't know if it's for myself or for someone who has long since passed away.

Grace closed her eyes, and the familiar figure seemed to appear beside her again, telling her her expectations for the development of the opera troupe.

Light tore through the darkness, shattered fantasy, and returned to reality again.

"The past is gone, and the light leads the way."

Grace spoke a line from an opera, her voice was pleasant and tactful, and time seemed to stand still, leaving no trace.

She stood up, ready to tidy up the room.

Grace is well aware that her husband Donald is hiding some secrets.

She is not stupid, and being able to become an opera troupe's rose is a necessary condition. In the long-term married life, Donald will inevitably reveal some strange places.

I don't know who to send the letter to, the almost loyal obedience of the troupe members, the secret outing in the middle of the night...

It's just that Grace never cared about that.

Whether it was a wife's duty or indifference, she easily forgave Donald's concealment, as if she had concealed it herself.

A teacup on the table, a pen with worn-out paint, and an unknown metal badge.

Grace remembered that the pen was her birthday present to Donald, and the years left an eternal mark on it, just like her memory.

Memory stuff is weird.

Sometimes it is like the clouds in the sky, and it is dissipated by the wind, and sometimes it is like the sand on the beach, which accumulates over time, and it is pearls when you flip it over.

Grace sighed.

Although so many days have passed, the familiar figure still appears in her heart from time to time.

Is it love?

Or just a habit?

She didn't know the answer, and the answer itself was meaningless.

The deceased will not care about this, just like the funeral of the deceased, which was originally held for the living.

Every item carries her memories, making those memories that have long been submerged by the sea roll out again, holding her heart and lungs tightly, making it difficult to breathe.

Grace opened the drawer and put the pen in, it might be best not to see it.

Her eyes fell on the metal badge on the table again.

On weekdays, Donald would always hold it in his hand and just watch it quietly, not showing much expression on his face.

Grace took the badge in her hand, only to find that it was not made of metal, but a crystal that was very similar to metal.

It's mysterious and beautiful.

It seems that there are clouds and mists flowing inside, and it seems to contain a galaxy of stars.

"Ma'am, ma'am..."

Fu Qing's voice seemed to come from far away, bringing Grace's consciousness back to reality.

The current Rose Flower of the Rose Opera Troupe is standing beside her with a concerned look on her face.

"What's wrong with me?" Grace covered her forehead, frowning slightly, and her consciousness still had an unreal feeling.

As if he had just woken up from his sleep, his mind still remained on the other side of the phantom.

"You fell asleep just now." Fu Qing said seriously.

"Really..." Grace was a little dazed, her palm was empty, the badge was still in her palm, and it seemed to exude a faint warmth.

"Madam, don't be too sad, if the head of the regiment is still there, I definitely don't want to see you like this." Fu Qing said with a murmuring.

The atmosphere fell into silence, and Fuqing waited nervously, until she heard Grace sigh, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you looking for from me? Are you in a hurry?" Grace picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

When it came to this topic, Fu Qing suddenly became excited: "Lord King Gulas of the Council of Elders and the others have come over and said they want to show a new movie!"

"So that's the case, I went first." Grace nodded lightly.

Fuqing watched her figure disappear from sight, and couldn't help frowning. For some reason, Grace gave her a very strange feeling.

It's just like…

Her figure overlapped with that of the head of the regiment!

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