Five years without pregnancy means you're too weak; I remarried a powerful man and had triplets

That evening, Lu Zichuan keenly sensed that Shen Zhiyi was avoiding him.

But she was incredibly obedient; she did whatever he said, pouring water, fetching things, testing temperatures—she did it all without fail.

But that sense of alienation was like an invisible membrane separating them.

She even refused to sit next to him, instead hugging her laptop and huddled by the coffee table furthest from the bed, staring intently at the screen.

He could tell she was editing a video, but her aloof silence made Lu Zichuan feel uneasy.

He frowned slightly: "There's no need to rush the editing, there's still time."

Shen Zhiyi didn't even look up: "It's nothing. I just had an inspiration, so I quickly jotted it down."

Lu Zichuan frowned even more and called to her, "Zhizhi, I want to drink water."

Shen Zhiyi then raised her head, obediently got up and poured him a glass of warm water, still testing the temperature with the back of her hand before bringing it to his lips.

Lu Zichuan used the same trick again: "My hand hurts, feed it to me."

As he spoke, he stared intently at her face, not missing a single expression.

Shen Zhiyi didn't even blink. She brought the rim of the cup close to his lips, carefully held it, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

Her movements were so precise, like a nurse demonstrating, without a trace of extra warmth.

But that strange sense of alienation still exists.

After finishing her drink, she moved further away.

Lu Zichuan licked his lips: "More."

Shen Zhiyi, unsuspecting, turned around and got another cup.

After finishing his drink, he said, "I want more."

After drinking three glasses of water in a row, Shen Zhiyi showed no surprise or astonishment, behaving as obediently as a programmed puppet, doing whatever he said.

Just as she was about to back away after the glass of water had run dry, Lu Zichuan grabbed her wrist.

Shen Zhiyi's gaze finally fell on his face: "What's wrong?"

Her voice was gentle and soft, sounding much the same as usual, but Lu Zichuan just felt something was off.

He put the water glass in her hand aside and patted the seat next to him: "Sit here."

Shen Zhiyi frowned subconsciously: "I still need to edit..."

"I'm giving the editing department a few days off, so you don't need to rush to finish the work."

"How can that be?" Upon hearing that there would be a holiday, Shen Zhiyi suddenly raised her head.

"Why not? The boss is in the hospital, how can we make the employees rush to finish the work?"

"But......"

Shen Zhiyi wanted to say something, but Lu Zichuan pulled her, causing her to lose her balance and fall forward.

Just as she was about to throw herself into his arms, she was startled, afraid of pressing on his wound. She quickly braced herself against the wall, managing to stop herself just a centimeter away from his chest: "What are you doing!"

A hint of anger finally crept into his tone.

Lu Zichuan looked up at her, his eyes reflecting the dim light: "You're unhappy. What happened?"

Shen Zhiyi turned her face away: "I'm not unhappy."

"You have." He grasped her hand that was bracing against the wall, pulled it down, and pressed it against his chest. "I felt it. You've been acting strange ever since you came back from outside."

"You ran into Hsu Che-sheng? He still dares to come?"

Upon hearing this name, a cold glint flashed in Lu Zichuan's eyes, and he made a move to sit up. "Your brother went easy on you just now, I'll take over this time."

Seeing that he was about to move, Shen Zhi quickly reached out and pressed him back onto the bed: "You're still injured, what are you doing here! Lie still and don't move!"

"But he bullied you..."

"No..." Shen Zhiyi bit her lip, her voice becoming softer, "I didn't touch him."

"and you......"

"I told you I'm fine, so I'm fine. Why are you being so nagging!"

She suddenly raised her voice, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, its fur standing on end.

Even though his face was fierce, it was much more pleasing to the eye than his previous expressionless, docile, and pitiful look.

A hint of a smile flashed in Lu Zichuan's eyes as he whispered, "Then hug me, and I'll believe you."

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed red and then paled: "One minute you want a hug, the next you want a kiss, why are you making such a fuss!"

Her tone carried a hint of barely concealed coquettishness.

Lu Zichuan's smile deepened, and he said matter-of-factly, "I took a knife for you, and you won't even give me a kiss or a hug?"

This question made Shen Zhiyi's lips move, but in the end, she couldn't find a single word to refute it.

She bent down, carefully avoiding his waist, and gently hugged him.

Just as he was about to get up, Lu Zichuan suddenly hissed softly.

She thought she had touched his wound and her face turned pale with fright: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Does it hurt again? I told you not to move!"

Seeing her eyes redden with worry, Lu Zichuan could no longer hide the smile in his eyes. He reached out and ruffled her hair: "The wound doesn't hurt. I just wanted to see how worried you were about me."

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a second, then realized that she had been tricked again. A flash of resentment appeared in her eyes, and she turned to leave.

This time, Lu Zichuan did not stop her.

He called her name once from behind: "Zhizhi".

Shen Zhiyi stopped in her tracks but did not turn around.

"I hope you can be like you said, and talk to me about whatever happens. Don't keep it all bottled up inside."

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips, and after a long while, she mumbled an "Mmm": "I know."

Actually, it wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it, she just felt that she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

It's just a photo album, and there's just a woman in the album. She doesn't know when the photos were taken, or who the woman is.

But Lu Zichuan was right in front of her, and he had even shielded her from a knife today. This kindness made her heart burn with emotion.

Even if he didn't say it, she could feel that his feelings for her were more than just simple liking.

But she felt depressed, as if a stone was blocking her throat, and she couldn't be as open and at ease as usual.

Ask him? What if it's just a misunderstanding? That would only make her seem petty and suspicious.

I'll just have to deal with it myself.

Later, during the time the two spent together, Lu Zichuan clearly noticed that Shen Zhiyi's mood had improved a lot.

She probably got absorbed in editing videos, which is what makes her feel most secure.

His anxiety subsided.

She didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't force her. As long as she was alright, that was enough.

It wasn't until late at night that Shen Zhiyi finally finished editing the clip she had just thought of.

She excitedly hugged her laptop and approached Lu Zichuan's bedside, her eyes sparkling like stars. "Look!" she exclaimed excitedly. "When I got back, I thought of a transition like this to express the female lead's emotions. It won't feel awkward or cheesy. What do you think?"

Lu Zichuan looked down at the screen.

Shen Zhiyi used an extremely tricky dynamic matching editing technique combined with sound and image misalignment.

The previous frame shows the female protagonist turning around in the rainy night, the arc of her hair swinging and the direction of her tears falling, which perfectly overlaps with the male protagonist's action of turning around in the sunlight in the next frame.

What's even more ingenious is that she subtly adjusted the frame rate of the two clips, creating a strong contrast between the slow-motion raindrops falling and the normal speed of the sunlight pouring down. In terms of audio, she introduced the voice-over from the memory half a second earlier, giving the audience a dizzying feeling of overlapping time and space on both the visual and auditory levels.