Although filming was not going to start for weeks, Lu Han and Nana both settled down in Taiwan and started learning the script.   I spent a lot of time with Terry, who was very opinionated about everything under the sun. He also decided that he was in charge of my wardrobe from now on, and insisted on shopping for me. The stuff he got usually looked amazing on me, so I stopped complaining pretty quickly.   He also hated Nana with a burning passion and could not stand her snobby attitude, so Terry and I were basically best friends.     Lu Han insisted on spending a lot of time with me as well, mostly to ask random question about Yiru.   “I need to become him,” Lu Han explained. “I need to get into character, Yejing, and he’s in your head.”   I kind of wanted to tell him that Yiru wasn’t all in my head – Yiru was him – but decided that it would be just a tad too creepy.   At first, having Lu Han around was completely nerve-wracking. I mean, I wrote a novel about this guy. To say that I had a little crush would be a complete understatement. However, I soon got used to his presence. Yes, Lu Han was still perfect looking and had big doe eyes but he was not that much different from any other young adult. Unlike Nana, being famous had not gotten to his head, and that just made me love him even more.   “I heard that the producers are meeting to discuss the soundtrack later today,” Terry told me as he, Lu Han, and I were all eating lunch together one day. “You’re a part of the discussion right?”   “Yep,” I replied, nodding. “The meeting is tonight.”   “Do you get a say in the artists? Who do you want to sing a song for the OST?”   I paused for a moment, chopsticks suspended midair. “Leehom,” I replied, nodding with conviction.   “Oh good, I’d love to work with Wang Leehom,” Terry sighed.   I squinted at him. “Terry, he’s not gay.”   “Hey, there are rumors!” Terry insisted, holding up a h