"It’s okay, there are only a few scenes left anyway." Yu Zexiao said, "Besides, those guys drank too much, and they likely won’t get up tomorrow morning to film. At the earliest, we wouldn’t start until noon, so don’t worry about it at all!"
Jian Anning had always known that Yu Zexiao was the kind of person who, once he had an idea, he had to see it through. Especially with something he was determined about, even if you tried to persuade him, he might not listen.
Anyway, today they had finished the main filming, and even if she went back to the set now, she probably wouldn’t be able to get in—
Because it was fully secured, and entry and exit required a guard, and it was already past midnight, she figured if she went now, the guards would be off duty for the night.
Ever since she started following Yu Zexiao, she had been busy with an endless stream of tasks, coincidentally ones she couldn’t really pinpoint, feeling like she was doing trivial chores, yet exhausted to the point of near collapse.
Especially since they had to keep their relationship a secret, which left her extremely on edge.
But at this moment, walking alongside Yu Zexiao on these empty streets, it seemed like she could finally take a breath.
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The deliberately vintage streetlamps emitted a dim, soft glow, quietly standing on the peaceful street.
On one side of the road lay the calm lake surface, its waters under the moonlight creating a ripple of cold glimmers, like a shimmering black diamond, utterly captivating.
On the other side of the road were buildings from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Their gray walls and black tiles, in the cover of night, took on an ancient and heavy melancholic hue, while the distant old city walls gave off a quiet and intense feeling of traveling through time.
Under their feet lay a cobblestone path. The uneven bluestone slabs seemed to carry the weight of Shangcheng’s millennia, sprawling beneath their feet.
Anning and Yu Zexiao walked side by side, hand in hand, slowly moving through the serene night. Together, they resembled the most ordinary couple out there. Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, they walked towards an unknown future.
Thankfully, it was late at night, and even the usually bustling areas were now deep in slumber, exceptionally quiet.
Perhaps it was because she truly fell in love, she didn’t need sweet nothings or to be constantly affectionate. Just walking openly with him on the streets made her feel incredibly sweet all over.
"That looks beautiful!" Jian Anning suddenly stretched out her hand, pointing towards the lake, her expression filled with excitement.
It was autumn, and in the early hours, a faint white mist had risen over Houhu, enveloping the entire lake area in a light haze. Notably, there was a small island in the lake, Huxin Island, now concealed by the mist, looking ethereal, tranquil, and distant, like the legendary Penglai, a sight to behold but not to be desecrated.
The place she pointed to was precisely that tiny island. On the island loomed a small two-story pavilion, antique in style, with lush flowers, plants, and trees planted around, and Taihu rocks artfully placed, making it appear as a scenic relic, inviting reverie.
"Do you want to go?" Yu Zexiao asked with a smile, glancing at her.