Chapter 73 Nightmare
"Okay! Ka!"
Wang Xing's hoarse voice, like a thunderclap, finally split the suffocating sadness.
He stared at the monitor, his eyes red, and didn't say the next word for a long time.
There was dead silence on the set.
Then, no one knew who started it, but the suppressed sobs could no longer be contained and broke out one after another. Several palace maids who were too immersed in the role were hugging each other and crying breathlessly.
And the center of this tragedy, Sheng Han, still did not leave the play.
Shi Qing slowly opened her eyes, and when she looked up, she met Sheng Han's empty and broken eyes.
At this moment, those red eyes no longer needed to be wept dry as the script required. Instead, they were once again filled with moisture, and large, scalding tears rolled down uncontrollably.
The look in his eyes no longer contained Wei Yan's despair, but belonged to Sheng Han himself.
The fear and terror that almost swallowed him up.
It's the reappearance of a nightmare from a previous life.
"Teacher Sheng? Sheng Han!" Shi Qing's heart tightened, and she didn't care about anything else and immediately stood up.
Sheng Han stared at her blankly, as if he didn't believe that the person in front of him was real.
Shi Qing felt extremely distressed. She reached out and hugged Sheng Han in her arms, gently stroking his tense back.
"It's all fake, Sheng Han, look, I'm here." Her voice was soft and gentle, with a soothing power, "I'm fine, I'm not dead."
Sheng Han's body trembled violently. He grabbed Shi Qing's collar with his backhand, with such force as if he was grabbing the last straw.
He buried his face in her shoulder, suppressed sobs came intermittently, and his tears soon soaked the collar of her costume.
"Qingqing... please don't leave me..." He murmured. These were Wei Yan's lines, and also his own deepest fear.
"I won't abandon you." Shi Qing glanced at Wu Xiao and the staff who were standing far away and didn't dare to come forward, lowered her voice, and repeatedly promised in his ear.
This emotional breakdown lasted for nearly half an hour.
With Shi Qing's tireless comfort, Sheng Han's violently heaving shoulders gradually calmed down.
Director Wang Xing sighed and stuffed a thick red envelope into Shi Qing's hands. "Thank you for your hard work. It helps calm your nerves. Your acting was...excellent."
He glanced at Sheng Han, who was sitting aside with lifeless eyes, his eyes full of understanding and appreciation.
For an actor to be able to immerse himself in a role to this extent is both a talent and a torture.
Zhou Yuwen brought over a bouquet of sunflowers that he had prepared long ago. "Sister Qingqing! Happy wrapping!"
“Happy wrap!”
The crew members' unanimous congratulations finally brought the atmosphere on the scene back to reality from sadness.
Some actors and staff who had not yet had a chance to take a group photo gathered around.
Shi Qing took the bouquet, put on a gentle smile, and patiently took photos with everyone.
Her gaze always drifted subtly towards Sheng Han who was sitting alone in a chair not far away.
He seemed to have recovered, but he just sat there quietly, staring blankly at a certain place, and his whole body was still shrouded in an lingering loneliness.
——
The video conference is on.
Sheng Han was listening to the work report from the head of the Yangcheng branch.
He could hear his temples throbbing and his brows furrowed.
At this moment, the WeChat icon in the lower right corner of the screen began to beat wildly like a dying alarm.
It’s Tan Jia.
Sheng Han's heart sank suddenly, and he had an ominous premonition.
He subconsciously clicked on the glaring red dot:
[Mr. Xiao Sheng, something happened! Someone jumped from the Yunyue Hotel!]
[It seems to be... Shi Qing...]
At the same time, the Yunyue Hotel Beijing branch work group that he had blocked also began to flash wildly, with messages popping up one after another:
[18th floor! Someone jumped down! It's Shi Qing!]
【Oh my god! How could this happen! 】
My blood froze in an instant, my ears buzzed, and the world seemed to be muted.
Sheng Han didn't know how he cut off the video, nor did he know how he stumbled out of the room.
Everything in the field of vision was shaking, spinning and twisting violently.
He staggered into the elevator and rushed to the scene.
How could...how could she die?
No! This is impossible!
When he rushed downstairs to the hotel, the scene had already been cordoned off.
Countless blurry faces swayed in the red and blue lights of the police lights, and whispers merged into a suppressed and noisy noise.
Sheng Han pushed aside the crowd blocking his way, his gaze passed over the moving heads and fell to the center of the pool of blood.
Time froze at this moment.
Shi Qing lay there quietly, with blood spreading wildly under her.
His legs went weak, his body instantly lost all support, and he fell straight forward.
His knees slammed hard on the hard concrete floor, making a dull thud, but the pain was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain of having his heart torn apart.
He knelt outside the cordon, only a few steps away from her, yet it seemed as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them.
"Qingqing..."
Tears burst out instantly, and the huge grief and despair made his throat unable to utter even a complete syllable.
The medical staff placed the lifeless body steadily on the stretcher.
The white sheet slowly fell down, covering Shi Qing.
Completely separating her and him into two different worlds.
The stretcher was lifted, and the glaring white swayed amidst the flashing police lights and the thronging figures, moving further and further away from him, becoming smaller and smaller...
Just like that, she was completely wiped out from his life.
From then on, he could never find her again...even if it was just to take a sneak peek at her.
"No!"
A heart-wrenching roar filled with the smell of blood finally broke through the shackles of his throat.
"Sheng Han? Sheng Han! Are you having a nightmare?"
Sheng Han's body suddenly bounced up, his back covered with cold sweat, and his pajamas stuck sticky to his skin.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and every beat was accompanied by suffocating pain.
He was breathing heavily, his cheeks were wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears from his dream.
A soft arm wrapped around his shoulders, and a body with a faint fragrance leaned towards him.
"It's okay, it's all fake." Shi Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes, her warm cheek pressed against his shoulder, her voice thick with sleepiness and worry, "Look, I'm here."
She thought he just hadn't gotten over the drama that happened during the day.
After all, he was always in a bad state when he came back from work.
But she couldn't understand. Sheng Han had never been an immersive, experiential actor. He had played so many dramas of life and death, so why was he so deeply involved in the role this time?
That gentle voice, like a ray of light, led him out of the endless darkness.
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