The room, filled with a dozen or so people, was completely silent.

Lin Zhenzhen glanced sideways and slowly scanned her surroundings.

"Are you done taking pictures?"

The assistant, realizing what was happening, quickly stood on tiptoe and draped the trench coat over her shoulders.

Lin Zhenzhen glanced sideways and said coldly, "Do you still want to wear this? Let's take a few more photos?"

The assistant's hand froze in mid-air, and she explained somewhat helplessly, "That's not it, Zhenzhen. It's getting colder today, and I'm worried you'll catch a cold."

"Thank you, I don't feel cold."

Lin Zhenzhen turned her head to look at the male actor opposite her, a layer of impatient gloom between her brows and eyes.

"Can I leave now?"

The other party stammered and couldn't utter a single word for a long time before turning to look at his agent.

Seeing this, Lin Zhenzhen turned around and left decisively.

The agent was yelling and screaming angrily from behind.

"Are all the young people these days crazy?! They've only been in the industry for a few years and they already dare to act like big shots, offending directors and producers. Do they think they can still survive in this industry?"

He can curse all he wants, Lin Zhenzhen can go her own way.

He entered the building in a few steps and closed the door behind him, shutting out the cold wind and annoying noise.

Following the signs along the way, Lin Zhenzhen walked to the rest room.

The assistant followed behind her, not daring to utter a sound.

Lin Zhenzhen pulled out a chair, rubbed her temples wearily, and slightly lifted her eyelids to look towards the door.

"Were you standing so far away because I scared you?"

"Sister Zhenzhen," the assistant said, almost in tears, "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Zhenzhen lowered her eyes: "It's nothing, I just feel a little tired."

"It's probably because I haven't been getting enough rest lately, so my emotions are a bit unstable."

Lin Zhenzhen smiled and said, "I'm sorry, was my tone too harsh just now?"

The assistant shook her head emphatically: "No, no, I know you didn't mean it that way, sister. It's just that if Sister Zhang finds out about this later, she'll definitely..."

The assistant glanced at Lin Zhenzhen, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

"It's okay, I know what I'm doing."

Lin Zhenzhen slowly closed her eyes.

He has already said that this is a dream, and dreams are a projection of reality; they can only be experienced, not changed.

Since these actions won't affect the overall plot development, why should she choose to compromise herself and cater to others?

Seeing that she was resting with her eyes closed, the assistant didn't say anything more.

In the silence, Lin Zhenzhen felt her head getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if a rope was tied around her neck, pulling her down with all its might.

Lin Zhenzhen frowned subconsciously, wanting to raise her hand to resist.

But soon, she heard a gunshot.

Like a mournful wail in the wilderness, dull and harsh, it conveyed a sorrow so intense it was suffocating.

Lin Zhenzhen slowly opened her eyes.

"Sister, you're finally awake."

The assistant hurriedly hung up the phone: "I couldn't wake you up no matter how I called you, it scared me to death!"

Lin Zhenzhen lowered her eyes, as quiet as a beautiful, silent doll in a shop window.

The assistant lowered her voice and asked, "Are you alright, Zhenzhen?"

Lin Zhenzhen's eyes moved slightly: "It's nothing, I was sleeping soundly and had a nightmare."

She looked up, her eyes slightly red: "Have you found my phone?"

"Found it, it was indeed left at the hotel. There's just some traffic on the road, so it might take a little longer to deliver it."

The assistant glanced at his phone screen: "It's time. Let's hurry up and go to the waiting area. They'll definitely be coming to urge us soon."

Lin Zhenzhen hummed in agreement, got up, and left the room.

Today's press conference for the new drama was held at a star-rated hotel.

The hall was packed with people, and the corridors were filled with flower baskets and banners of support.

Lin Zhenzhen stood backstage, her expression calm.

The male actor, who had just had an unpleasant encounter with her, stood about three meters away, clearly feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

The host approached and asked, "Ms. Lin, have you already read the script?"

Lin Zhenzhen frowned, but hadn't had a chance to answer yet.

"It's okay if you don't have time to watch. I'll guide you slowly and get the atmosphere going. You just need to follow my pace and be more active when answering questions."

The host also mentioned many points to note.

Lin Zhenzhen basically didn't hear a word she said.

Perhaps it was the side effects of frequently appearing in the dream world that were beginning to show; her mind was now filled with all sorts of random things, turning into a complete mess.

Before his eyes was Gong Yao's smiling face, but in his ears lingered the terrifying gunshot.

The bizarre and fantastical images and sounds appeared one after another, almost driving her mad.

The host concluded by saying, "I'll go up first. You can come out when you hear your names called."

The male actor standing next to him nodded.

After the host left, he slowly moved to Lin Zhenzhen's side and said, "Senior Lin, I'm really sorry about what happened just now."

Lin Zhenzhen raised her head, her eyes completely calm: "No need to apologize, this matter has nothing to do with you."

The actor smiled slightly: "I'm glad you're not angry. You took good care of me on set, and I've been meaning to find a chance to thank you properly."

"Are you free tonight? I heard there's a really good riverside restaurant here."