My Girlfriend is Famous Singer

That night, they spent more time together in bed.

Morning

"Ronan... Thank you... It's been a long time since I had a good night's sleep," Xyaa said, stretching her arms and arching her back.

Ronan was momentarily stunned by how beautiful she looked from behind. The way her back arched as she put on her bra only enhanced her beauty.

"I'm glad to hear that," Ronan replied as he pulled on his underwear.

"What about you? Did you feel good?" Xyaa asked, slipping on her panties before picking up her dress.

"For me?" Ronan looked a bit surprised. He thought for a moment before saying, "I might never forget this night... You're truly a beautiful woman, and I doubt I'll ever get another chance with someone as breathtaking as you. But it's not just your looks—it's the way you speak, move, and see the world... Everything about you is beautiful. Just beautiful."

Xyaa let out a soft laugh. "I wasn't asking for compliments. I wanted to know how you felt." She smiled. "But I understand. It was an unforgettable night for me too."

Ronan stayed silent for a moment, then simply smiled at her. They finished getting dressed without saying much more.

After that, they checked out of the hotel. It was already afternoon.

At the entrance, both of them stopped. After a brief silence, Xyaa finally spoke.

"I'm going this way," she said, pointing to the right.

Ronan glanced in that direction before looking to the left. "Unlucky... My place is in the opposite direction."

Xyaa stood still for a moment before asking, "Do you want to meet again?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I want to meet a beautiful woman like you again?" Ronan answered without hesitation.

"Hm... But it was just one night. And because it was only one night, it was special," Xyaa said softly. "Sorry, but I don't think we should meet again..."

Ronan exhaled lightly. "It's okay. I'm disappointed, but I already expected this."

"Well... I guess this is goodbye then," Xyaa said.

"Hm." Ronan nodded.

They looked at each other for a moment longer before turning away, each heading toward their own destination.

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Ronan was heading back to his college dorm. His mind drifted to Xyaa, and for some reason, he felt more hopeful about the future.

He had lost everything—the things he built in his past life, the connections, the capital, and his understanding of the industry.

In this new world, many things were different. He had no connections, no capital, and the entertainment industry here was nothing like the one he once knew. He had no idea who the top stars were, what their habits and schedules looked like, or how things worked in general.

To succeed, he would have to learn about the top stars, understand the industry, and build new connections from scratch.

Yet, after last night, he felt hopeful. He might have lost everything, but with the experience of his past life, many things would be easier this time. Plus, he had knowledge of songs, novels, movies, and series from his previous world—stories that didn't exist here.

He could use them. He didn't remember everything in perfect detail, but even fragments were enough to start something great.

Most importantly, he had youth on his side. He was young again. And with this youthful energy—plus the handsome face he never had in his last life—he could be even more successful than before.

The only thing that weighed him down was the fact that he had to start all over again, from the very bottom. That was the real reason for his sadness and frustration. He didn't want to work anymore—not after grinding for twenty years in his past life.

But now, he understood. He had to work. He had to step out of his comfort zone.

The only reason he remained a small figure in his last life was because he stopped pushing himself. After those two decades of hard work, he settled into a comfortable position where he no longer had to do anything.

And that was his mistake.

This time, things would be different.