August 13, 2009.
Outside the International Space Station's porthole, Earth hung in the boundless darkness like a dazzling blue sapphire.
With a light push against the cabin wall, Liu Yifei drifted gracefully toward the laboratory module. She wore comfortable in-cabin clothes—a soft cotton T-shirt and stretchy pants, their hems floating slightly in the weightless environment.
She had just finished the final space scene for The Spy King 5, and she was still immersed in her role, a faint smile lingering on her lips.
"Perfect!" Director Cohen's voice came through her headset. "Yifei, that take is good. You can prepare for the return trip."
She let out a quiet breath and brushed aside a strand of hair from her forehead. In zero gravity, it always floated around mischievously and refused to stay put.
Just then, the hatch slid open, and Lin Yuan floated in with two sealed pouches of juice in his hand.
"Happy wrap," he said with a smile, handing one to her. "You can't get this zero-gravity special back on Earth."
Liu Yifei took it. With a light squeeze of the straw, the juice formed into a round droplet, which she deftly caught in her mouth.
She narrowed her eyes like a satisfied cat. "It tastes much better than the prop drinks on set."
Lin Yuan looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.
She had stepped away from the film industry for several years, yet at a single request from him, she had immediately returned to join the filming of The Spy King 5.
To safely go into space, she had also gone through grueling training.
Fortunately, her physical condition had always remained at its peak eighteen-year-old state, so it had not taken her too long.
What Liu Yifei did not know was that Lin Yuan had another