On the night of the wedding banquet, He Sui'an prepared a table of late-night snacks in Beijing, waiting for Zhou Jingze's return.
When Zhou Jingze opened the door and came in, his face was still covered with makeup that had not been completely removed.
He didn't even look at the elaborate arrangements on the table, and his eyes didn't even stay on He Sui'an for a second. He went straight to the cloakroom and started packing his luggage.
"I can't go to Universal with you tomorrow. Song Yan's crew has emergency reshoots and I have to fly to Hengdian."
He Sui'an said nothing, lowered his head and took a bite of the cold crab roe noodles.
The fresh fragrance of crab roe has long solidified into fishy oil.
The noodles were lumpy and stuck in my throat and I couldn't swallow them.
She swallowed hard, and her throat was scratched raw.
At two o'clock in the morning, Zhou Jingze's first love and newly talented female director Song Yan posted on Weibo on time.
Reader comments
Finally a normal short article! There is no endless abuse of the female protagonist, nor is there a miserable end for the male protagonist just because she doesn't love her anymore. The female protagonist is sober and independent, and she can just let it go! Very nice,
Finally a normal short article! There is no endless abuse of the female protagonist, nor is there a miserable end for the male protagonist just because she doesn't love her anymore. The female protagonist is sober and independent, and she can just let it go! Very nice,