He left behind the noise of the city, the mundane matters of the world, and squinted his eyes slightly, suddenly hearing some sounds. He looked down, and at the end of the road, Jian Anning was standing there, waiting for his return!
There she stood, her long dress billowing in the wind. A few red leaves fluttered down, landing on her jet-black hair, on the skirt of her dress lifted by the wind, and on her fair, smooth cheeks.
He was taken aback for a moment, and a warmth spread over his heart. It seemed no matter how far he went, there was always someone who would greet him at the doorstep of his home. That feeling was just like a wife welcoming a husband returning late!
He started walking forward, but suddenly, an indescribable feeling of constraint swept over him again, leaving him unsure of how to face it!
Jian Anning, however, did not notice his turmoil and quickly took two steps forward, asking while walking, "What’s wrong? Did the director keep you behind? I saw the others have returned, but you weren’t there."
Yu Zexiao looked at her without saying a word. Jian Anning thought something was amiss and immediately asked, "What’s wrong? Did the director scold you? Or is there something troubling you about the script?"
Her tone was concerned, her gaze tender, and it made him feel both sweet and sour inside.
For a long time, he just looked at her—deeply looked at her, his gaze seemingly unfathomable yet profound. Jian Anning didn’t think too much and simply said, "You must be tired, you should go back and rest early. I’ve cleaned up the room and made the bed, you can go straight to sleep after you wash up."
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Yu Zexiao did not say much else, and the two of them slowly made their way back to the room, with Jian Anning’s leg injury slowing her pace. The rooms of several leading actors were arranged in a row, so Yu Zexiao’s immediate neighbors were Lu Jiayuan and Jiang Xuanqi. Moreover, because of the filming schedule, they might need to get up at any time and might only be able to return in the middle of the night. Consequently, it was clear that Jian Anning was neither suitable nor possible to live here.
Upon pushing the door open, the room was indeed spotless. The ten-square-meter room featured a small double bed that was one and a half meters wide, a comfortable sofa and swivel chair nearby, as well as a computer desk, television, and an en-suite bathroom. It looked just like a small motel.
Now, the room had been completely transformed by Jian Anning’s cleaning. The bed sheets and covers were all new, the floor was covered with new flooring, and the tables and chairs were wiped clean, shining brightly enough to reflect one’s face. In particular, the bathroom was scrubbed to a shine, and although the room had been aired out, it still carried a lingering scent of disinfectant.
The housekeeping skills of Jian Anning had been definitely forced out by Yu Zexiao. In any case, the room was now so immaculate that even the most meticulous person would find nothing to complain about.
The reasons she did all this were that she always took a very serious and responsible attitude toward her work, and Yu Zexiao, always nitpicking by her side, truly didn’t allow for any laziness.
The update is complete~~ How should the emotionally undercharged Xingxing face Anning? The outcome will be revealed tomorrow~~~