Back in Gu Chengyu's apartment, Su Qianqian collapsed onto the single sofa, not wanting to move.
Gu Chengyu was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room, processing emails on his tablet, when he heard the noise and looked up.
Upon seeing this, his brows immediately furrowed.
The girl's face was pale and bloodless, and her hair looked like it had been soaked with sweat and then dried, sticking messily to her forehead.
Those almond-shaped eyes, which always seemed to hold starlight, were now visibly tired, and she looked listless, like a flower bud that had been scorched by the sun and was now wilting.
Gu Chengyu put down the tablet and took a few long strides to walk up to her.
His tall figure loomed over them, carrying an invisible sense of oppression, yet his movements were extremely subtle.
He bent down and, without a word, cupped her slightly cool face in his warm, dry hands.
He gently stroked her small face with his fingertips, his voice carrying obvious displeasure and heartache: "So tired?"
"You're not allowed to go tomorrow."
He has said similar things countless times in the past month.
Every time I see her come back looking exhausted and pale, I feel a surge of frustration and heartache.
Does Gu Chengyu's woman need to go through all this trouble?
With a flick of his finger, he could shower her with resources; why should she suffer this ordeal?
Su Qianqian was forced to lift her tired little head as he cupped her face in his hands.
She was so tired that she barely had the strength to argue. She just looked at him softly, and her almond-shaped eyes curved into a smile when she saw his furrowed brows and the heartache in his eyes.
"No, that won't do." Her voice was soft and hoarse.
Her little hand gently grasped his wrist, which was cupping her face, with a touch of dependence. "I want to go."
"My teacher praised me again today, saying that I have good comprehension skills."
"Brother Wang also gave me a new script to read. Although it's a small role, it's very interesting."
Her voice was soft, tinged with a little joy and anticipation: "I feel like I'm a little closer to my dream."
That's how it looks.
It's always the same.
Looking at her, who was clearly exhausted but still very happy, all the tough words he was about to say stuck in his throat.
What could he say?
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