Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Xu An'an is the female lead in this movie.

Yan Heng had seen her a few times on set before. He never paid much attention to people's appearance, but he remembered that she seemed to love to laugh. Every time he saw her, her eyes were curved and she was smiling. She also seemed to have two shallow dimples on her face.

Upon seeing Xu An'an, Team Leader Li immediately switched to a flattering tone: "Is that so... I might have misremembered. Teacher Xu, what brings you here?"

"I came to pick up something," Xu An'an said with a polite smile. "By the way, Director Shao seemed to be looking for you just now. Why don't you go and see him?"

"Ah... okay, I'll be right there!"

After seeing Team Leader Li off, Xu An'an turned around and winked slyly at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng was taken aback for a moment, then realized that she had deliberately helped him out of a tight spot, so he nodded slightly to her.

Xu An'an smiled, took a bottle of water out of her bag, and handed it to him: "I've been hearing you coughing just now, are you sick?"

He is indeed sick. His throat started hurting a few days ago, and his cough got worse and worse. He also felt a little dizzy when he woke up this morning.

How could Xu An'an have noticed this?

He had just looked up when he saw the dimples on her cheeks again. Yan Heng felt his heart skip a beat. He took the water and took a sip to hide his strange feeling.

"Thank you, it's nothing." His voice was hoarse.

"Why is your face so red?" Xu An'an suppressed her smile, frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand to touch Yan Heng's forehead.

A cool, fragrant sensation washed over him, and Yan Heng froze instantly. His heart pounded, and the sound of blood rushing through his body echoed loudly.

In a daze, he heard Xu An'an's urgent voice:

You have a fever!

Perhaps fever really does affect IQ.

It wasn't until he went to the hospital for an IV drip that Yan Heng regained his senses.

He looked at Xu An'an sitting beside him, adjusting the IV drip rate, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you... cough! You can go back now, cough cough cough! I'll manage on my own later... cough cough cough cough!"

Before he could finish a sentence, Yan Heng quickly turned his face to the other side, covering his mouth to suppress a cough.

"You're already like this, don't push yourself." Xu An'an quickly patted his back, saying with a mix of exasperation and amusement, "The doctor said you have pneumonia. If you don't come to the hospital soon, you'll go crazy from the fever."

Yan Heng glanced at Xu An'an, then turned his face away and pulled his mask up again.

Seeing his nervous look, Xu An'an chuckled, "The doctor also said that your illness is not contagious."

Her smile seemed to have some magical power, softening the curve of Yan Heng's eyes.

Xu An'an had a night shoot that evening and had to return to the film set. Before leaving, she told Yan Heng, "Stay in the hospital for a few days and go back to work after you've recovered. I'll go talk to Brother Li about it."

Seeing Yan Heng frown, Xu An'an assumed he was worried about spending money, so she said, "Don't worry about the hospital bills, they've already been paid."

She paused, then continued, "You're still young. Whatever difficulties you encounter, you'll get through them. No matter what, you must take good care of your health."

Yan Heng was completely confused by these words. Later, he realized that Xu An'an's actions probably made her think of him as a pitiful high school student who had dropped out of school to work.

......

An actor with such overflowing compassion, won't he be easily deceived?

Perhaps it was fate, but during the time Yan Heng was ill, the actor who played "Xie Chen" in the movie suddenly had his career collapse.

The movie "The Last Goodnight" mainly tells the story of "Xie Wan" played by Xu An'an and her younger brother "Xie Chen" who suffers from congenital heart disease.

Xie Chen is a very complex character. He has been in poor health since childhood and knows he is a burden to his older sister, but he doesn't know how to express love and only uses a cold face as a defense. He resents his own body and doesn't want his sister to suffer for him. This powerless self-loathing fills him with resentment.

This extreme combination of weakness and strength is rare, demanding a high level of acting skill from the actor; the resolute young man must also possess a barely perceptible vulnerability. Shao Feng searched for a long time before finding someone who roughly met the requirements, but unexpectedly, filming collapsed just a few days later.

With the male lead gone, the entire production had to come to a standstill. So when Yan Heng, who had just recovered from a serious illness, reappeared on set, Shao Feng's eyes lit up, even though he hadn't slept for days.

The boy's face was still somewhat pale, but his back was straight, and his gaze was cold and distant. However, in the occasional moments when he lowered his eyes, a fragile weariness would flash through his eyes—this was exactly how Xie Chen should look!

And so, Yan Heng was discharged from the hospital and became "Xie Chen" in a daze.

At first, Yan Heng was very resistant to the camera. He had never performed anything before, and it was a miracle that he agreed to take the role, given his personality.

However, this way he can have more interactions with Xu An'an.

After that day, his gaze would always unconsciously follow Xu An'an. Even though the performance was not going well, he still looked forward to starting work every day.

But when he actually started acting opposite Xu An'an, he felt very uncomfortable and always wanted to avoid her gentle and frank gaze.

"We meet again! You must be Yan Heng. I'm Xu An'an, and I played your older sister in the movie."

"I'm four years older than you, so you can call me Sister An'an."

"Don't be discouraged, everyone feels like this the first time they face the camera. You've done a great job!"

Xu An'an's smile was sweet, like warm sunshine enveloping him, but he became even more flustered and could only use coldness as a mask to hide it.

Later, because Yan Heng had difficulty getting into character, Shao Feng rented a house across the hall for them to live together and cultivate their "sibling" relationship.

Those were the happiest three months of Yan Heng's life.

He liked being with Xu An'an, he liked eating her cooking, he liked seeing her smile, and he also liked her occasional pout.

But he disliked the fact that she openly treated him as a "younger brother".

He couldn't explain why, but whenever Xu An'an called herself "sister," he would pinch her cheeks to prevent her from laughing so carefree.

Before they knew it, the year was drawing to a close. While everyone was preparing to welcome the New Year, Xu An'an prepared a cake for him alone.

January 1st is Yan Heng's 18th birthday.

Yan Heng hadn't expected her to remember, since he rarely celebrated his birthday before.

"You left your ID card on the table that day, and I just happened to see it."

Xu An'an's eyes crinkled into a smile as she turned and took two cans of beer from the refrigerator. "Starting today, you can drink! Let's celebrate!"

She has a very low alcohol tolerance; after only one can of alcohol, she started acting crazy, insisting on dragging him to watch the New Year's Eve fireworks.

But where would a fireworks show come from in this remote little town?

The two walked along the street for a long time, and Xu An'an, who was drunk, talked a lot.

"Yan Heng, do you know? I'm the national champion in a dance competition!"

Upon hearing the word "older sister," Yan Heng narrowed his eyes and reached out to pinch her cheek again.

Xu An'an wrinkled her nose and dodged, then spun around and jumped up on her own.

The streets were empty and quiet at midnight, with only a few streetlights casting a dim yellow glow.

Xu An'an tilted her head slightly, twirling and swaying in the evening breeze, following the off-key melody in her mouth.

Like a fragile feather, teetering on the brink of collapse, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

A car headlight suddenly shone behind Xu An'an, approaching from a distance.

Yan Heng suddenly stepped forward and pulled Xu An'an into his arms.

As they spun, Xu An'an's warm lips brushed against his neck.

Yan Heng's breath hitched, and a tingling sensation shot from that tiny point to every part of his body.

That night, Yan Heng had a dream.

He was jolted awake, staring at the blurry ceiling in the darkness, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

After the confusion subsided, he raised his hand and unconsciously touched his neck.

After a long while, Yan Heng sighed deeply.

It turns out that he actually wanted to do that kind of thing to Xu An'an...