The camera was far away.
Wen Yanyu lowered his head, his hair sliding down his shoulders and hiding his expression, leaving the camera unable to capture exactly what the two were doing.
It only looked as though they were chatting.
Before long, afternoon arrived.
Everyone gathered to chat and divide up the tasks for the last two days.
Using taking his medicine as an excuse, he avoided the cameras that were filming.
Wen Yanyu circled around to a distant spot and lowered his head to check his messages. There was still nothing. Even Wan Haihui, who had been messaging him to say he was almost at the residential complex, had gone silent.
There was only Shen Huainan's latest message.
[Well... anyway, Fu Hanchuan will definitely be fine. Look after yourself and focus on filming the show. We'll let you know the moment we hear anything.]
The unease and anxiety in his heart grew heavier.
Perhaps the unusual air about him was too obvious, or perhaps their hearts were connected.
Dry branches and fallen leaves crunched underfoot.
Fu Zhiyan came around from a distance and quietly approached Wen Yanyu. Amid everyone's conversation, he gently took hold of his wrist. Cold intertwined with a strange warmth, spreading from his fingertips through his limbs.
Wen Yanyu froze briefly, his emotions inexplicably settling considerably.
The cold touch at his wrist disappeared.
Fu Zhiyan averted his gaze and said calmly.
"He'll be fine."
Those simple words offered little information, as though they were merely a remark without reason, yet they were like cool jade falling into water, stirring ripples.
Wen Yanyu's expression froze, and he stared blankly at Fu Zhiyan.
He wanted to ask how he knew what he was worried about.
The words reached his lips, only to be swallowed back down.
Right...
*How