"Four to five months." An Chuyu wasn't too sure.
Every director has their own pace, and what she said didn't count. The schedule sent out by the production only listed a bit over four months.
Xi Zheng fell silent. Rounding it off, that's almost half a year. Wouldn't that mean they'd revert to their previous situation, not seeing each other for half a year, and by the time they did meet again she might have forgotten his face.
Xi Zheng glanced at her. She was intently picking at vegetable leaves, bit by bit, as if nothing was wrong, without a trace of reluctance to part. He, on the other hand, felt a sourness in his heart.
If he visited her on set, considering her serious attitude towards her career, he estimated she would be unhappy about it.
"Can I visit you on set?" Xi Zheng asked and then realized the question seemed rather demeaning.