Chapter 1121 - 1129: What is a Dream?

The film crew that day, Jane Sampson had rested for half a day in the hotel before she returned to filming that afternoon.

Because of the delay in the morning, by the time they finished filming and were ready to head back to the hotel, it was already 3 a.m.

Once Jane Sampson got in the car, she leaned directly against Coco Edwards and turned into a "salted fish."

Seeing how exhausted Jane Sampson was, Coco Edwards felt sorry for her again and muttered, "Can’t James Chip be a bit more considerate towards you female actors? With so many scenes, all so exhausting, and he scheduled them all for this day without splitting them up."

"Delaying one more day would just burn unseen funds. Every time I avoid a mistake, I save James Black some money." Jane Sampson praised herself without moving her head, "A wife as virtuous as me is really rare in this world."

"..." Coco Edwards was speechless. This woman could always find a way to praise herself shamelessly.

However, speaking of which, Coco Edwards also found something a bit incomprehensible.

Look at the great conditions Jane Sampson has.

Her husband holds a high position, his family isn’t lacking in money, an investment worth hundreds of millions, readily provided.

A studio established just like that.

She also has her other income, branded bags, branded watches—in Jane Sampson’s case, luxury goods are not three words that exist, only as necessities.

She could clearly live very comfortably, very leisurely. Wouldn’t it be nice to just stay at home every day?

If she finds it boring at home, wouldn’t it be nice to do some other light work to pass the time?

Coco Edwards gently patted Jane Sampson’s head and asked, "Can I ask why you wanted to become an actress? Look at your husband, if you were willing to accompany him every day, there’s no telling how happy he could be."

"For what?" Jane Sampson sighed deeply, almost as if she was asking herself.

After asking, she fell silent.

After a while, she suddenly spoke, answering, "For that obsession in my heart, I guess."

"Obsession? Is it also a kind of dream?" Coco Edwards asked.

"What is a dream?"

This question from Jane Sampson stumped Coco Edwards.

What is a dream?

At first glance, the question seems very simple.

But on closer thought, it could confuse many, many people.

Coco Edwards thought for a moment, then hesitantly said, "A dream is probably something you especially want to do, something you really want to accomplish, right?"

"If that’s the case, then my obsession is my dream," Jane Sampson thought.

Now, she was just doing things she had previously dared not imagine, dared not do, dared not try.

"So, Coco, for this obsession, for my dream, I must cut through thorns, even if there’s a sea of flames ahead. I, Jane Sampson, must still go down that path. Only by reaching the end will I be willing to tell myself to give up," Jane Sampson’s voice choked up a bit, "So, Coco, do you understand? The hardships of filming nowadays really mean nothing to me."

Coco Edwards seemed to understand something, yet she also felt as though she hadn’t grasped anything at all.

But at this moment, Jane Sampson appeared different in Coco Edwards’s heart.

This girl, who seemingly lacked nothing, seemed to harbor a lot of incomprehensible strength within her.

"Keep going, little Jane, no matter what your dream is, I believe it can definitely be realized." Coco Edwards gently hugged Jane Sampson, "Let’s hurry back to the hotel and rest early. We have to wake up early for makeup tomorrow."