Would they appear so disheveled during the shoot? But where was the camera? Where was the director? Everything looked so real… Her excited eyes slowly grew confused… Smelling the fragrance of food and wine, her stomach protested with loud growls… Checking her pocket, she found her money was still there. Better to fill her stomach first! With that thought, she walked into a nearby restaurant, with Shen Zhonglei following silently…
Dan Xiaoya stood up and said to the waiter, “We won’t settle the bill right now. You can continue with your work.” The waiter gave them a strange look, said nothing, and walked away.
Shen Zhonglei asked in confusion, “Not enough money?” Dan Xiaoya pointed to the money she had thrown on the table, saying, “Money? These are nothing more than a useless painting here, understand? You stay here, I’ll go out for a moment.” “Xiaoya? What’s wrong with you?” “Can’t I just be in a bad mood?” she said, then left the restaurant without paying any more attention to Shen Zhonglei.
Dan Xiaoya hesitated whether to go back to him or not. Now was a good opportunity to ditch him, but something didn’t feel right. Here, only he and she were from the same world. Remembering the previous cruel war, she decided to take him along. At least they shared the same path and a common goal – no one would want to stay in this savage, war-torn era. With this thought, she quickly walked back to the restaurant.
Dan Xiaoya was followed by Shen Zhonglei, who looked more robust and handsome. The beautiful man and woman walking together drew the attention of others as they moved down the street. They arrived at an inn and rented two upper rooms, settling in. Dan Xiaoya thought she would get a good night’s sleep and plan their return the next day.
Hu Yannan sat alone, drinking sorrowfully, his face filled with deep emotion and pain. Glass after glass of alcohol was poured into his stomach, bringing deeper self-reproach. Slightly drunk, he stared blankly at his wine cup, which reflected the image of a beautiful and gentle woman smiling at him tenderly. Hu Yannan looked at her in the cup, his eyes filled with reluctance, love, and immense guilt. He whispered, “Sisi, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He then downed the drink in one gulp.
