Chapter Thirty-Two Zhang Yue wanted to say something to comfort him, but found himself at a loss for words. He neither knew why Qi Shejiang felt bad nor could he discern that the reason was unspeakable. He could only hold Qi Shejiang a little tighter, and then tighter still, a lump forming heavily in his throat. Qi Shejiang felt his strength, trembling slightly, and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and hugging back with all his might.
After a long while, Qi Shejiang pulled out of his embrace, silently opened a packet of tissues, and wiped his face. His nose tip was red, and with his current mood, he wasn’t sure if he could still perform well in front of the camera later. After wiping his face, Qi Shejiang finally looked up at Zhang Yue; the two of them stared at each other for a while, suddenly at a loss for words.
Zhang Yue’s ears slowly turned red, his gaze also a bit erratic. This… what the hell does this mean? He was still in a daze when Qi Shejiang suddenly yanked the door open. As luck would have it, Tang Shuangqin happened to walk by outside. He immediately spotted the two looking rather disheveled due to their earlier positions, frowned, and pondered, “Hmm…” “Director Tang,” Qi Shejiang greeted, “My voice is hoarse. Can you push my scenes back a bit? I need to have some loquat syrup first.”
“Alright, you don’t need to film your scenes today, you’re tired too.” Speaking of tiredness, Tang Shuangqin glanced at the two of them a few more times. However, Tang Shuangqin was not the type to care about such gossip. As long as Qi Shejiang wasn’t so exhausted that he couldn’t stand, it was fine with him. So, Tang Shuangqin continued to walk ahead. Only a few steps later, he heard Zhang Yue ask from behind, “What did you mean just now??” Tang Shuangqin clicked his tongue silently.
“What do you mean?” Qi Shejiang whispered. It wasn’t that he was afraid of being overheard, but rather that he hadn’t controlled his emotions earlier and actually ended up with a hoarse voice from crying.
