That was Yang Huanyi's face.
Last night, Shang Yechu kissed this face.
Shang Yechu suddenly felt that something was wrong. After a long silence, she suddenly realized that Yang Huanyi was not breathing.
Even on the coldest rainy day, a person's breath feels warm. Yang Huanyi's chest remained still, and her face, with its exquisitely applied waterproof makeup, appeared coldly pale.
Yang Huanyi is dead!
In the darkness, it felt as if something had struck Shang Yechu's chest. She couldn't see anything. Not even the outlines blurred by the rain; halos of light appeared before her eyes, and the sound of rain rang out strangely—splash! Splash! As loud as thunder!
Shang Yechu felt dizzy and lightheaded, the first feeling being nausea. Her stomach churned, and her brain felt like it was being churned, the world spinning around her.
She shoved Yang Huanyi away, her body swayed, and she half-fell to the ground, where she began to vomit!
Amidst the deafening, apocalyptic sound of rain, Shang Yechu vomited mouthfuls of bile. Her eyes welled with physiological tears; she felt as if she were about to vomit her entire stomach.
She didn't know how long she vomited before her consciousness gradually returned. Shang Yechu turned her head and finally looked at the corpse lying on top of her.
Even though she had only vomited bile, Shang Yechu felt as if her airway was blocked by the vomit. She felt a wave of suffocation, and her heart began to pound wildly—thump! thump! Perhaps her heart was blocking her throat.
Upon seeing that lifeless face, Shang Yechu forgot to breathe.
That was Yang Huanyi's face.
She died.
Shang Yechu was abandoned again. The first time was by her own mother. The second time…
The moment she realized this, Shang Yechu opened her mouth and let out a scream that was forced out from her heart and lungs—
There was no sound.
To Shang Yechu's ears, her shout was louder than the thunderous sound of rain. In fact, the rain wasn't loud at all, while Shang Yechu's shout was completely silent; in Shang Yechu's imagined world, at the very moment she shouted, a clap of thunder erupted between heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
The thunder drowned out Shang Yechu's shouts.
There was no need for rain anymore. Sweat, saliva, and tears gushed from Shang Yechu's body all at once. A sour feeling welled up in his throat, burning it as if it were filled with vinegar. Shang Yechu opened his mouth in vain, calling out "Ah," "Ah," cradling Yang Huanyi's head, large tears mingling with the endless rain falling onto Yang Huanyi's face.
Everything is over.
Is it the intersection of actor and role, or is Zhao Lele, this madwoman, punishing herself for being the arrogant actress?
"ah……"
It's unclear whether Shang Yechu's performance inspired Luo Yao, or if the muse appeared to him in a dream, or if artists simply possess innate ingenuity—
During post-production editing, Luo Yao added an extra clip of Zhao Lele as an infant. The baby Zhao Lele was curled up beside Lin Fengyu's corpse, wailing and drooling, reaching out for milk; in the blink of an eye, the image faded, revealing the adult Zhao Lele holding Lin Fengyu's body, tears streaming down her face.
The low, hoarse sobs sounded like a broken old radio, muffled and inaudible amidst the rain.
The thunderous sound of the rain gradually subsided, returning to normal. A gentle, soft patter, like a soft rustling.
It was just an ordinary rain.
In this world, only one insignificant person died.
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