I still didn't push open the door to the private room.

Nor did I wait for Pei Yan to answer that question.

I only sent him a text message, saying that the crew added an extra scene temporarily, and I couldn't leave, so I left the restaurant.

Pei Yan didn't reply.

By the time he came back, it was already late at night.

I practiced the final scene we were going to shoot tomorrow in the bedroom.

After walking into the living room, I saw Pei Yan leaning sideways on the sofa, his eyes somewhat hazy when he looked at me.

He seemed to have had quite a few drinks, his eyes slightly bloodshot.

"Come here,"

Pei Yan said, waving his hand towards me.

I put down the script and walked towards him.

The living room was not lit.

At this moment, there was only faint moonlight shining through the window, casting our shadows on me and Pei Yan.

Our shadows were stretched long on the smooth floor.

I sat next to Pei Yan and felt him slowly getting closer to me, his warmth gradually enveloping me.

The next second, Pei Yan kissed my earlobe as usual.

...

I've been by Pei Yan's side for two years.

Only on this night, he seemed to be filled with anger, his actions unusually rough.

I thought he was angry because I stood him up.

Until I saw that photo.

Only then did I finally understand the reason behind Pei Yan's abnormal behavior.