She didn't even want him in her dreams.
"If it were Song Mu, would you be especially happy?"
"I don't know..."
She had never thought about it.
Breakfast was ready.
They ate in silence.
Su Zui felt a slight pain in her chest, she was happy when she just woke up, but now, there's no joy left.
Last night he said he'd help her weigh herself, and he imagined he could continue to hold her.
After breakfast, Su Zui left.
Liangliang tidied the room a bit, throwing all the sheets and covers into the washing machine.
She listened to the washing machine's rumble, standing beside it, recalling what Su Zui had just said.
If it were Song Mu, would she be happy?
If it never happened, you really can't imagine it.
She stood dazed until the washing machine stopped spinning.
Only then did she come back to her senses and began to hang up the clothes.
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Liangliang went to the film set the next day.
Today, they were shooting indoors.
