Like many film crews, Annadoria held a wrap party.

With a wave of his hand, Luo Yao used the remaining budget to book several private rooms at the best restaurant in Xiatan. One group drank, and the other didn't. The lively atmosphere lasted until midnight.

Shang Yechu, Yang Huanyi, Luo Yao, and Luo Yao's assistant were all gathered in a private room.

Everyone present, without exception, had a rather low alcohol tolerance. Shang Yechu, spoiled by Ji Juntao for so long, rarely attended drinking parties, and his alcohol tolerance was below average in the entertainment industry. Luo Yao, a novice director, hadn't yet been steeped in the drinking culture of the industry.

Even Yang Huanyi only had a few beers.

Luo Yao hugged a bottle of coconut juice, blew into it, and cried, "It's my first movie... my very first movie!"

Perhaps that's just how people are; even when they're not drunk, they still act crazy and vent their emotions.

The assistant tried to comfort him, saying, "It's a good thing that filming has wrapped up, Camel, why are you crying?" But after only a few words of comfort, he himself started to shed tears.

"I'm lucky to have met such good people like you in my first film," Luo Yao said, tears welling up in his eyes. "Who knew what would happen later?" As he spoke, he took another sip of coconut juice.

Luo Yao's talent and leadership displayed during filming were, among the directors Shang Yechu had met, only second-rate—first-rate directors were like Shao Guangji and Xu Hanwen, while second-rate directors included Gu Wenhua, Yi Tianzhao, and Zheng Bohan. Given that Luo Yao was a complete newcomer and not a graduate of a formal acting school, calling him a genius wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Great directors are made, and Luo Yao has a lot of room for improvement. Perhaps, due to his artistic pursuits, he might even go further than Gu Wenhua.

How could someone like that ever run out of talent?

Regardless, at this moment, Shang Yechu sincerely said, "Mazu will bless you, Director Luo."

May you always meet good people and make good films...

Shang Yechu added, "If you encounter any problems in the future, you can always come to Qingping Entertainment! Our boss will absolutely adore someone as talented as Big Camel!"

The last sentence, spoken in a lighthearted manner, was actually Shang Yechu's true feeling.

Luo Yao was taken aback. After a long while, he grinned and smiled like a grade-level director who had brought glory to the school.

"Then I'll take your good wishes." Luo Yao turned the table and poured Shang Yechu a large glass of coconut juice. "Drink, drink, drink! Let's live for today!"

Seeing Luo Yao like this, the sorrow of parting finally welled up in Shang Yechu's heart. She finally had a real sense that "everything is over."

Even if the cast and crew reunite again and again in the future, they will never feel the same way they did back then.

A sense of desolation welled up in his heart, and Shang Yechu was overcome with sorrow. He picked up the coconut juice in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Yang Huanyi picked up a tissue and skillfully wiped the milky white coconut milk foam from Shang Yechu's lips. Shang Yechu habitually extended her lips, letting Yang Huanyi wipe them.

Suddenly, feeling a gaze that seemed almost tangible, Shang Yechu turned around and saw her assistant staring at them with a shocked look.

Shang Yechu felt a little embarrassed. The atmosphere on set was too relaxed, and she and Yang Huanyi occasionally got carried away.

Luo Yao, however, was unfazed. After finishing his coconut juice, he poured himself a large glass of beer. The billowing white foam overflowed from the rim of the glass, and Luo Yao hurriedly took a big gulp.

"Come on!" Luo Yao raised his glass. The golden liquid shimmered under the light. "I'd like to propose a toast to everyone."

"What are you toasting?" Shang Yechu poured himself a full glass of beer.

"A toast to..." Luo Yao smiled, "A toast to our 'Anna Doria,' a toast to the Golden Age!"

"The Golden Age?" Shang Yechu was surprised. Luo Yao's film couldn't even be filmed on the island; it had to be rushed all the way to Xiatan. And due to the film's subtle pro-unification leanings, it probably wouldn't be shown in theaters on the island.

For Luo Yao, were these years actually a golden age?

Luo Yao laughed heartily: "As long as there is art, movies, performances, and women, any era is a golden age!"

A surge of emotion welled up in Shang Yechu's heart—this passion was no less intense than the passion of love she had felt for Yang Huanyi, yet it was entirely different. She picked up her wine glass and stood up.

Yang Huanyi and her assistant also stood up, holding their glasses.

Four glasses clinked together under the crystal chandelier, and golden liquid splattered out.

"A tribute to our 'Anna Doria,' a tribute to the Golden Age!"