Kris didn't come back for nearly a week.
Ouyang Yang immersed himself completely on the set of The Heirs. Once in costume and facing the camera, he was the arrogant and loveless Choi Young-do, temporarily shutting out the chaos of reality and the low pressure of the team.
The director was keeping a tight grip on the filming schedule, and the news of the October 9th release date was a shot in the arm, energizing the entire crew to work even harder. Only during breaks in filming, when I'd accept the water from Seunghwan and read the occasional, deliberately lighthearted messages from the cast members on my phone, would the heaviness of the situation creep over me.
He only managed to find time to record an SBS Mid-Autumn Festival special, where he, Yixing, Chanyeol, and DO performed a tribute to the Beatles.
Online, videos shot by fans began to circulate. In Canada, Kris Wu was dressed casually, partying with friends with a relaxed smile on his face, and was even photographed visiting a tourist attraction.
So, when on the evening of the 18th, the day before the recording of the Idol Sports Games, Wu Yifan dragged his suitcase and pushed open the dormitory door as if he had just returned from an ordinary business trip, the air froze instantly.
The several people in the living room looked at him with complicated expressions—surprise, scrutiny, anger, and a subtle hint of… expectation? Expecting him to come up with a reasonable explanation.
Wu Yifan's face showed fatigue after the long flight. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
When Ouyang Guang came back from the set and saw him, he just glanced at him lightly and then looked away. His facial features looked a little cold and hard.
Ouyang Guang had nothing to say about him.
The viral images of him enjoying himself in Canada contrasted starkly with the members' anxiety over the past week and Jinwook's reddened eyes. Any explanation seemed pale and powerless at this moment.
The night ended in an extremely eerie atmosphere. No one took the initiative to talk to Kris Wu, and he remained silent, like a drop of oil floating on the water, out of place.
After washing up, Ouyangguang returned to his room, damp with sweat and a lingering sense of exhaustion, and sank into bed. The familiar patterns on the ceiling couldn't calm him down. He reached for his phone and, almost instinctively, clicked on the pinned message.
"He's back. I don't know what this means."
The text was sent with a cold emotion. He casually threw the phone to the pillow, clasped his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling, as if trying to penetrate the cement layer and see some confusing truth.
He hardly had time to wait before the phone screen suddenly lit up, and the soft glow dispelled a small area of darkness.
"A Guang, don't be angry with people who don't deserve it, and don't be sad. I will always be with you!"
Next, the next one.
"We can meet again tomorrow. I have a surprise for you. Look forward to it! (つ≧▽≦)つ"
Looking at the familiar emojis and cheerful emoticons, Ouyangguang's tense jawline softened slightly. He could almost imagine her deliberately playful expression as she typed, just to amuse him. No further questions, no unnecessary lectures, just her own way of telling him, "I'm here."
Instead of replying to the text, he made the call.
The phone rang only once before it was picked up. Kim Ji-won's gentle, slightly breathy voice came from the receiver. The background was very quiet, as if she had returned to her room and was lying on the bed. "Hello?"
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