“Chen Xi, where are you going?” The man who’d been pushed aside on the bed revealed an astonished expression.

She stopped and looked back, her expression complicated.

“Ou Yang, I’m sorry. Your life and the life I was looking forward to don’t intersect, I can’t find any happiness in it. Especially…”

She paused before continuing, “I am no longer the person who loved you.”

“Why!?” the man seemed to lose control as he shouted.

“The world isn’t static. Nothing remains the same forever. Ou Yang, let’s break up. Take care of yourself.”

“Goodbye!” Then, she turned and walked away.

The door closed, issuing a sharp noise.

“Cut! It’s a wrap.”

By the time they finished filming, it was 2 AM.

“The rooms are already booked, so everybody should rest early,” Cen Jing said, his mood especially good since he was satisfied with what they’d filmed.

“Jiaojiao,” Lin Yan called Sheng Jiaoyang.

Sheng Jiaoyang looked at him. “If you need something, let’s talk about it tomorrow. It’s too late now and it’s better to sleep early. These last few days must’ve been tiring.”

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