"Hey bro, how did your discussion go today? That... rendering problem, did you solve it?"

Chen Yuanyuan asked curiously, having vaguely heard Lü Zihan worrying about this during the day.

Chen Chen put down the bowl and rubbed his temples.
“There has been some progress, but it hasn’t been completely solved yet. Zihan said he’ll go back and study the case again, hoping to find a breakthrough.”

"It will be resolved," Lin Muxi comforted softly. "Senior Zihan, and everyone else is so persistent and talented, they will definitely find a way."

Looking into Lin Muxi's gentle yet firm eyes, Chen Chen's worries quietly dissipated.

He nodded: "Yes, it will be resolved."

After finishing their late-night snack, Chen Yuanyuan volunteered to wash the dishes, while Chen Chen and Lin Muxi returned to their bedroom.

After washing up, Lin Muxi leaned against the headboard, took out her sketchbook, and continued to refine the character details of "My Treasure Girl" under the soft light of the bedside lamp.

Chen Chen sat at his desk, opened his laptop, but did not immediately start working. Instead, he looked at the sample storyboard of "My Treasure Girl" on the screen and fell into deep thought.

The room was quiet, with only the scratching of a pen on paper and the soft hum of a computer fan.

Although no words were spoken, a tacit understanding and tranquility permeated the air.

After a while, Lin Muxi put down her paintbrush, walked behind Chen Chen, and gently draped a light jacket over his shoulders.

"Still thinking about work?" Chen Chen snapped out of his reverie, took her hand from his shoulder, and looked up at her.

"Although Zihao didn't give a specific time, the sooner he produces amazing sample photos, the more proactive we will be."

"I know." Lin Muxi leaned down, gently wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and pressed her cheek against the top of his head.

"But you also need to take care to rest; health is the foundation of everything."

"Look at you, your dark circles are practically falling off the ground." Chen Chen felt the warmth and softness from behind him, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

He turned around, pulled Lin Muxi into his arms, and made her sit on his lap, his forehead touching hers, his voice low and gentle:
"It's so good to have you by my side."

Lin Muxi reached out and gently smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, her eyes filled with heartache:
“Fool. We are one. Your pressure is my pressure. But your hope is my hope.”

She kissed the tip of his nose. "Don't think too much. Get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day. Let's cheer each other on."

Looking into her clear eyes, Chen Chen felt a surge of strength within him.

He nodded and closed his laptop: "Okay, I'll listen to you. Time to rest."

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Chen Chen quietly got out of bed.

He quietly finished washing up and went to the living room, only to find someone already sitting on the sofa.

It was Chen Yuanyuan.

The little girl hugged her knees, a notebook in front of her, staring blankly at the dense words on it, her brows furrowed, her expression so focused that she didn't look like a student who had just finished the college entrance examination.

"Yuanyuan? Why are you up so early?"

Chen Chen was somewhat surprised.

Chen Yuanyuan was startled. She looked up and saw Chen Chen. She patted her chest and said, "Brother, why do you walk so quietly? You scared me!"

She waved the notebook in her hand, "I'm organizing the basic animation production knowledge my sister-in-law gave me yesterday, as well as some professional terms that my brother Lu Zihan mentioned. I've looked up a lot of information!" (End of this chapter)

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