I got on the bus.
The car started moving slowly.
Lin Feng stood on the road watching Bai Lu disappear into the distance.
Until the car got further and further away and could no longer be seen.
I felt quite disappointed.
The little tiger cubs seemed to think something was off about Lin Feng.
She wanted a hug from Lin Feng.
"I'm fine, Little Milk Bean! Let's go back!"
The little tiger cubs followed Lin Feng back to the cabin, all excited and eager.
Looking at the empty house.
Lin Feng instantly felt a sense of loss.
This time, I'm truly all alone here.
Despite the sweltering summer heat, Lin Feng felt as if something was missing from his heart.
The courtyard is no longer lively.
The laughter and joy of the past seem like they happened just yesterday.
That afternoon, Lin Feng sat on the recliner in the courtyard for a very long time.
...
Bai Lu sat in the moving car, leaning against the window, looking utterly lost in thought.
Just like the road we came from.
The sky was still so blue, and lush green mountains lined both sides of the road.
But the feeling that followed was completely different.
She looked at the photos Lin Feng had just sent her.
One moment I'm in a great mood, and the next the atmosphere is very oppressive.
The assistant next to her asked worriedly, "Bai Lu, what's wrong? Are you worried about the audition in a few days?"
Bai Lu shook her head: "I'm fine, I just finished filming and want to rest for a couple of days!"
Her assistant always noticed that she looked preoccupied.
"I'm afraid not now. The next production team will be inviting us soon, and we'll need to start rehearsals early. We probably won't have that much time! Didn't you get enough rest yesterday?"
Bai Lu shook her head.
She wasn't just unrested; she tossed and turned all night without being able to sleep.
Bai Lu lowered her head after hearing the agent's polite refusal.
He stared blankly out the window.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but ever since she left Lin Feng's cottage, she always felt like something was missing.
When he felt empty inside, he would think of Lin Feng's face.
I always can't help but want to open Lin Feng's live stream to see what he's doing.
She forced herself to endure it each time.
But no matter how hard I try to hold back, tears will always fall.
You can't look at it, it's White Dew, absolutely not.
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