Two figures could be seen from a distance.
But when Gu Qichen saw the two people clearly, he slowly stopped in his tracks.
There was a small marble table on the balcony.
At this moment, Xia Yangyang laid down on it, fast asleep.
Gu Zhaohan sat beside Xia Yangyang.
The script still in his hand.
He stayed very still.
His gaze fixed on Xia Yangyang's face.
As Gu Qichen bore witness to this scene, an inexplicable feeling welled up inside him.
The next moment, he saw Gu Zhaohan lower his head gently and kiss Xia Yangyang's cheek softly.
From Gu Qichen's perspective, he could clearly see the faces of the two.
Xia Yangyang had fallen into a deep sleep, oblivious to what was happening.
While Gu Zhaohan's lips barely grazed Xia Yangyang's cheek.
His eyes were closed, eyelashes fluttering, gripping the script so tightly that it bent out of shape.
His trembling fingers revealed the restraint and endurance he was putting up with.
And even the pain he could not hide...