Shang Yechu was speechless at those words, and her anger, like a deflated eggplant, suddenly dissipated.

Bang!

Shang Yechu pressed the window shut in annoyance and simply sat on the windowsill, staring out the window, refusing to look at Shi Shan's face that evoked mixed feelings in her.

Shi Shan had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay. I'll tell you the truth. Don't be angry anymore."

Shang Yechu glanced back at Shi Shan, and Shi Shan's heart was gently touched by the almost sorrowful look in her eyes. The words he originally intended to say in a joking tone became more serious for some reason.

"I was lying in the snow, my bones were cold. I closed my eyes, it was very quiet around me, and all I could hear was the sound of the Rujiang River; I was cold all over, and gradually I couldn't even feel the snow falling on my face."

Shi Shan's hoarse voice echoed in the room.

"I didn't actually know how long I had been lying there. I just felt my body gradually going numb and itchy. I had read in a book before that this was a sign that a person was going to freeze to death."

"When you were holding me, I don't know why, but I suddenly did something stupid and felt like I was about to die."

Shi Shan paused, then looked past Shang Yechu and out the window at the falling snow.

"I suddenly remembered that I haven't told you why I brought the book to see you yesterday."

The snow fell silently.

"I think I must not leave you with an unanswerable question before I die."

…………

The silence in the ward grew thick and heavy. Shang Yechu suddenly felt short of breath.

Shi Shan paused, seemingly surprised by his own words. After a long while, he said, "I'm done."

Shang Yechu stood up and left the windowsill.

“I understand,” she said.

Shang Yechu didn't say much today. Shi Shan didn't bring up any topics as usual either, and just quietly drank his water.

As the last drop of water in the glass flowed into his lips, Shi Shan saw Shang Ye Chu walk up to him.

Shang Yechu pulled out several sheets of paper full of annotations and markings from her bag and handed them to Shi Shan: "After this scene, I have a new understanding of many details of Li Yiming and Li Ruhui's past interactions. I feel that handling it according to these notes might be better."

Shi Shan grabbed the papers, read only a few lines, and his eyes lit up: "Yes, that's how it should be acted!"

Shang Yechu had many annotations, and Shi Shan almost wolfed them down, his lips even starting to silently read the lines, his hand holding the paper in mid-air trembling slightly.

"Here, take your time. I have a copy." Shang Yechu lowered her eyes. "Read it slowly, no rush."

Shi Shan looked at it for a long time before turning his attention back to Shang Yechu: "There are many scenes on this, and we've already filmed them all."

"That's one of the reasons I came to see you today." Shang Yechu nodded slightly. "If you agree, we can go and discuss with Director Xu together about reshooting these scenes. Of course, we have to be prepared for a storm. So I won't force you."

Shi Shan laughed, his voice much louder than before, and Shang Yechu was a little worried that he would tear his throat.

“Of course,” Shi Shan said, coughing between coughs, “I couldn’t be happier.”

Shang Yechu poured Shi Shan a glass of water, handed it to him, and casually touched his forehead. It was a little hot. Shi Shan had actually talked to Shang Yechu for so long despite his physical condition.

Shi Shan put the papers aside, swallowed hard, and looked at Shang Yechu: "'One reason for coming to see me'? Is there any other reason?"

Shang Yechu suddenly smiled.

She stood up and rummaged through the bags of nutritional supplements she had brought, finding something inside.

Shi Shan recognized it clearly; it was the copy of "Complete Tang Poems" that he had brought with him when he went to see Shang Yechu that day.

"This is the second reason I came to see you."

Shang Yechu flipped through a few pages and handed the book to Shi Shan.

“I found the poem you mentioned that has my name in it. Besides that, I also found another poem—which also has your name in it.”

Shi Shan raised an eyebrow and took the book.

Shang Yechu leaned closer to him and pointed out the words on the paper to him.

"Do you know what the most coincidental thing is? These two poems are actually on the same page of the same book."

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To Shang Yechu's surprise, Xu Hanwen showed amazing enthusiasm for the reshooting of many scenes.

Shang Yechu had already prepared himself to offer Xu Hanwen the ancestral names of the old Shang family to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that the other party would only grumble a few words before going to write a notice. This behavior made Shang Yechu suspect that he had been planning this for a long time.

The reshot scenes flowed much more smoothly. Shang Yechu's acting was already very solid, and after breaking through the barriers, she gained an added touch of liveliness. Combined with Shi Shan's involuntary expression—in Xu Hanwen's words, it was like a fish in water.

There's no need to argue about whether they're fully immersed in the role or not. Anyone with eyes can see that, ever since that snow scene, there's been something between Shi Shan and Shang Yechu that no one else can interfere with. They seem like two people, but in reality, they share one soul and are completely one.

With just a glance from Shang Yechu, Shi Shan knew what to do; and every move Shi Shan made perfectly complemented Shang Yechu's role. The crew jokingly called this model "golden apple with silver leaf," except the leaf wasn't Shang Yechu, but Shi Shan.

Thus, the last shortcoming of "Half of the Sky" was finally mysteriously and perfectly filled.

Xu Hanwen worked tirelessly for a month in this near-perfect state, even spending the New Year on set. Finally, the winter snow melted away, and in the warm spring of March, filming for "Half of the Sky" wrapped up.