The atmosphere had become stagnant. Lu Xiao made no sound, no movement, and even his chest had ceased to rise and fall.
His hands, clenched at some unknown time, slowly loosened again. His fingertips trembled slightly before he seemed to disappear entirely into the obscure shadows.
Overtaken by an excruciating pain that he had never experienced before, it bit by bit consumed and numbed him.
Wen Xian tried to look over cautiously, noticing his off-expression, she coughed lightly, her gaze flickering, "Lu Xiao..."
She reached out her hand, as if to appease, touching his.
The temperature of his large hand transmitted to her fingertips, but he neither held onto her nor rejected her touch.
Wen Xian didn't mind that, she just grasped his hand tightly and spoke slowly when she opened her mouth again,
"I, I didn't know it would turn out like this. This is during shooting, I, I had no choice, but I promise you, I will be more careful afterwards, and won't be like now—"