Backstage at the awards ceremony, Lin Jin's camera lens was clasped by Gu Yuan's knuckled fingers for the third time.
"Reporter Lin has been following me for three months, and he has even deciphered the password of my house." The actor's fingertips ran over his Adam's apple ambiguously, and the expensive suit fabric rubbed open the loose collar of the paparazzi, "Why don't you just live in the master bedroom and follow the filming 24 hours a day?"
Everyone said that the new actor Gu Yuan was an ice sculpture of a god, until Lin Jin saw him curled up in the corner of the set and swallowing pills on a rainy night. When his trembling wrist was grabbed by the paparazzi, his peach blossom eyes that were always filled with sarcasm turned red for the first time: "If you dare to speak out, I will make you disappear from the media circle."
Later, Lin Jin learned that the medicine bottles hidden by Gu Yuan contained antidepressants, and that every photo he secretly took was developed into a book by the other party, and he rubbed it repeatedly during countless sleepless nights.
On the night when a shocking scandal broke out in the entertainment industry, Gu Yuan pinned Lin Jin to the top floor of the Bagua Weekly headquarters. In the cold wind of the 28th floor, he bit the paparazzi's earlobe and chuckled: "Now you have two choices - either publish the recording of my sexual harassment, or admit that you have loved me for seven years."
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, three hundred drones were spelling out the private message Lin Jin anonymously sent to the actor three years ago: [You stand in the light so lonely, I want to be your shadow]
Intention: Show it off, goodbye. Update by chance.