I stood dumbfounded outside the door.

　　It felt like someone had shot me in the heart from the void.

　　A gust of wind passed through the bloody wound, tearing through and causing a sharp pain.

　　I forgot how I walked downstairs, how I got back into the car, how I called my agent.

　　I told her, "Let go of this role, wait for the next opportunity." When I came to my senses, the car was already parked outside Shi Yu's house.

　　Under the dim yellow light of a street lamp.

　　I didn't know how long I waited before I finally saw that familiar silver-blue Maybach again.

　　The car parked close to me.

　　Shi Yu got off and came over to open the door, sitting in the passenger seat: "What's wrong, Yin Yin? Why aren't you sleeping so late?" I turned to look at him: "The audition results came out." "They chose Lin Bailu, not me." He looked at my slightly red eyes: "In the next script, I'll help you again—" "In the next script, will you deceive me again?" I suddenly interrupted him, intercepting his words.

　　"Actually, I originally wanted to knock on the door and go in directly, but I was afraid.

　　I was afraid that there would be someone at the dinner party that I couldn't handle, and then you and Lu Hanzhou would just watch as they take me away." "When you thought about how I acted and pretended to be pitiful in front of you during these days, how you mocked me in your heart, I also wanted to just block you, so as to avoid further humiliation."

　　However, I still came over because I wanted to hear you say it in person, even if it's extremely harsh," "Shiyu, from the beginning, you never believed in my words, did you?" He looked at me, emotions in his eyes surged like turbulent waves, rising and fading layer by layer.

　　In the end, only a dark seriousness remained.

　　He said, "Yes."