There were two scenes to shoot that day. In one, the male lead, He Yangting, lay on the little bed in his rented apartment, painfully recalling moments from his life with the female lead, laying the groundwork for his revenge later on.
The other was his scene opposite Jiang Ziluo, in which the female lead's younger brother, Zhou Zhihong, found He Yangting in that rented apartment and told him the truth.
As the male lead, Shen Xuanrun naturally had the most scenes.
Once everything on set was ready and filming officially began, Shen Xuanrun quickly took off his overcoat.
"Act one, scene one, action!"
He Yangting lay curled up on the bed, tightly clutching a photograph of himself and Zhou Xin to his chest.
He still refused to believe it. After finally returning from the army, what awaited him was Xiao Xin's corpse.
His tears had long since dried up, and now even blinking hurt terribly, but he did not care at all.
Sunlight filtered through a gap by the windowsill and fell on He Yangting's arms. His firm but not exaggerated muscles were trembling slightly now.
He looked toward the kitchen. Once, Xiao Xin had stood there preparing meals for him.
Then he looked toward the sofa. In the past, he had often held Xiao Xin around the waist as they watched television together.
And on the bed where he now lay, they had spent countless nights of pleasure and excitement.
But now, those memories were like bubbles in the air, bursting at a touch. The droplets from those burst bubbles fell into his eyes, making them redden despite himself.
They had already agreed on a wedding date. Why hadn't Xiao Xin waited for him?!
He Yangting could not stop himself from clutching the photograph tighter. His voice had