The heavy rain hit him like a free man, and Lin Mo's bare back was painfully hit, but he didn't even have time to raise his hand to block it - who told him to be Gu Yanchen's "shadow" today?
On the edge of the 30-meter-high cliff, the gravel was slippery from the rain, and there was bottomless darkness beneath our feet. The director's intercom behind him shouted loudly: "Lin Mo! Why are you waiting so long? Teacher Gu's time is precious, will you pay for the delay?"
Lin Mo tightened his grip on the ill-fitting black windbreaker, and the smell of Gu Yanchen's usual cedar perfume wafted from the collar, making his nose sore. The clothes belong to Gu Yanchen, the scene belongs to Gu Yanchen, and even the "perfect" profile in the camera later must belong to Gu Yanchen - only he, the stand-in, is a scrap that no one takes seriously. Leftovers.
