2

I waited from ten to twelve, but Zhuang Jing didn't call me back.

The door opened, and a dust-laden figure wearing the exact same clothes as in the photo walked in.

Seeing me sitting in the living room, Zhuang Jing looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.

He didn't offer any explanation, as if nothing had happened.

He pinched my cheek, smiled, and said:

"Staying up so late, be careful of getting dark circles."

I bit my lip and said nothing.

Zhuang Jing didn't feel awkward, bent down, and stared at my face:

"If you don't rest, the makeup artist will have to put on two extra layers of concealer for you when you catch the schedule tomorrow."

After being together for so many years, both of us are very busy, often apart more than together.

So we always share our schedules first thing to ensure more time together.

Zhuang Jing has a great memory.

He can accurately remember my every schedule.

During our secret relationship, he wouldn't blatantly visit me at work but would hide in a corner to surprise me.

"I have no schedule tomorrow."

I looked up at Zhuang Jing, staring into his eyes, word by word.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

"You saw the trending search?" He looked completely surprised.

Looking at his wildly flickering eyes, I got my answer; whatever he says now would just be lies.

He knelt down halfway in front of me, full of apology.

"I was wrong, I've been too busy lately and neglected to explain in time. Will you forgive me?"

I shook my head, it was too late, the seed of doubt had already been planted.

"Director Zhuang, do you remember what I said when we first got together?"