In the rainy night, the stark naked red booklet

As evening approached, a sudden torrential rain woke Amelia Wilson from her slumber.

Watching the urgent downpour, her mind flashed back to this time last year, not long after she'd started following Henry Campbell—it had been a rainy night just like this.

She had left the film crew only to discover they hadn't arranged a ride for her. Back then, she was an inconspicuous character, and she hadn't anticipated the rain, so it was normal for the crew not to arrange transportation.

As she was about to brave the rain, an umbrella suddenly shielded her from the downpour.

From the edge of the umbrella, she saw Henry Campbell's face—although icy, his eyes were incredibly gentle.

She had teased him, saying he was such a diligent manager that the woman who married him would be fortunate.

The walk from the film crew to the hotel wasn't far, about ten minutes, but they took nearly twenty. She had always thought the rain was the reason for their slow pace.