He didn’t know how long had passed until Jian Anning had completely calmed down and fallen asleep. Yet Yu Zexiao was still holding on to her tightly.
For the first time, he found that although the petite assistant seemed tough and old-fashioned, she was actually quite thin. She wasn’t like those supermodels who were left with nothing but a skeleton in the name of dieting. However, the hardships of the past days, the immense pressure on her mind, and his own occasional torment had caused her to lose a considerable amount of weight. Touching her, he only felt a small frame, like that of an abandoned little animal.
On her shoulder, there still lingered the purplish bruises he had pinched out the previous afternoon. On her fair and delicate shoulder, they stood out shockingly.
Not only that, but there was also a faint dark circle under her eyes. Even her delicate brows were tightly furrowed. And her whole body was still holding on to the bed sheets tightly, unwilling to let go, collapsing onto the bed, curled up like in the womb, with slightly furrowed brows, not looking very peaceful.
Her face still bore traces of tears, making her beautiful features seem even more pitiable.
Though she always appeared too serious, her vulnerability now highlighted her utmost purity and irresistibly invoked pity—
Yu Zexiao couldn’t help but lean forward gently and kissed the corner of her eyes lightly, kissing away all her tears. The tears tasted a bit salty, like pearls from the sea.
If this had been the past, he would have never done something —he had always thought he was very formidable, and the people around him were disgustingly dirty. Even considering his Virgo-esque obsession with cleanliness, kissing her and tasting the tears on her face was something unthinkable!
But now, even Yu Zexiao hadn’t noticed that within his heart, a spot had begun to give way, slightly, for her. Whenever he thought of her, he couldn’t help but soften unconsciously.
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Jian Anning slept until dusk.
Her phone’s ringtone meandered around not far from her head. She didn’t even open her eyes, reached a hand out from under the sheets, groped around on the bedside table for a while, found her phone, didn’t even check the caller, and answered hoarsely, "Hello?"
On the other end, Hong Minjun asked doubtfully, "Anning, are you still asleep?"
"Sister Minjun, no worries, what’s up?" She said groggily, continuing the call with her eyes closed.
So tired, it felt as though her body had been withdrawn from purgatory, with a swollen and aching sensation from her lips, neck, chest, waist, abdomen, to her long legs.
"Here’s the thing. We’ve always been using Shangcheng’s film city for shooting, right? Now we don’t need it anymore." Hong Minjun said, "Huasi Film and Television has recently reached a cooperation agreement with the Shangcheng Municipal Bureau and has already built a new film center, which is now ready for use. From next Monday, our filming project will be moving there, so you better pack up and prepare to move!"
"What?" Jian Anning suddenly woke up, "You mean we have to move in the next few days?"
"Yes," Hong Minjun nodded, "You better start preparing early. If Zexiao has too much stuff, you should hire a moving company to take care of it."