Theater Rehearsal Hall
On stage, Fan Zhengyu was cooperating with the lighting technician to prepare for the performance. To ensure the audience has the best viewing experience, they need to test various equipment repeatedly. Without assistants or staff to help mark spots, everything must be done personally.
Fan Zhengyu went to the backstage lounge, pushed the door open, and saw a familiar figure.
"When did you get here?"
The autumn sun was warm and gentle, seemingly emitting a soft, pale gold hue. It stretched between them, spilling onto him, enhancing his refined and smooth face, making him appear even more elegant and soft.
"About ten minutes ago." Yun Hezhi's voice used to resemble falling snow in winter, soft and pleasing.
Now it carried a touch of warmth, like spring rain nurturing the earth, warm wind soothing the soul.
