Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

After filming for several days in a row, I'm going to attend an awards ceremony next.

These were all regular announcements. Although she was indeed nominated for Best Supporting Actress, her competition was too strong.

Su Wuli was confident.

Halfway through the awards ceremony, she became a little distracted while sitting in her seat.

The lights inside the venue dimmed, leaving only the stage lights on.

The host's voice, the guests' laughter and conversation on stage, the music creating an atmosphere—all sorts of sounds mingled together.

She looked down at her dress, then looked up at the stage.

It was expected that he was nominated but did not win.

It's normal to be nominated but not runner-up for the first time; she's keeping a relatively stable mindset.

The Best Editing Award is being presented on stage.

Two presenters were speaking; one was a director, and the other was a veteran actor.

The male actor's voice was very low, a deep, resonant low, which came through the speakers.

Su Wuli didn't really listen to what they were saying; her attention was elsewhere.

"...The rhythm of the editing is very important," the male actor said. "It's like breathing; too fast and it's chaotic, too slow and it's disjointed. It all has to be just right."

When he spoke, the last syllable of a certain word sank slightly.

It was very low, carrying a habitual sense of giving orders.

Su Wuli suddenly felt a numbness in the back of her neck, and the hairs on her neck stood on end.

She stood there, stunned, her heart skipping a beat.

Subconsciously, it reminded her of the tone of Yu Chen's voice when he spoke close to her ear at certain times.

When aroused, he would press his ear against her eardrum, speaking in a low voice of command or evaluation.

She was so confused by Yu Chen that she couldn't listen to anything else. Her mind was blank, and all she could do was grab his back and arms.

The voice on stage continues speaking, but it's talking about editing.

"The timing of each point in the film's rhythm," the actor said, "determines the final pace."

Her mind went blank.

Those words automatically acquired another layer of meaning.

Su Wuli seemed to see Yu Chen's half-closed eyes and his deep voice as he spoke.

He gripped the armrest of the seat tightly.

The person sitting next to her was a senior from the same production crew. Noticing her movement, he turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Xiao Su, are you feeling unwell?"

Su Wuli opened her mouth as if to speak, but then stopped, unable to utter a single word.

All I could do was smile and shake my head.

The male actor on stage was still talking.

The voice continued, each word seemingly alive, entangling her auditory nerves and dragging her away.

She could no longer hear the sounds around her.

The noise of the awards ceremony, the laughter of the guests, the music, and the applause all faded away.

She was filled with shame, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

I don't want to cry.

The camera just happened to pan over.

Her face appeared on the big screen.

Her eyes were slightly red, and her gaze seemed lost in thought, or perhaps touched by something.

People at the scene were whispering among themselves.

The live stream viewers started sending in comments.

What's wrong with Pear? Are her eyes red?

Are you nervous?

[This shot is so beautiful, her eyes are all red.]

The sense of fragmentation is absolutely stunning.

Su Wuli was unaware that her face was on the big screen.

She just sat there, listening to the still-continuous sound, not daring to move.

The senior colleague next to her turned to look at her again.

Su Wuli finally spoke, her voice a little hoarse, "It's nothing, it's just... the sound system was too loud."

After saying that, she pursed her lips.

Finally, the ceremony ended. After returning to the hotel and washing up, Su Wuli lay in bed, her mind still replaying the scenes from the awards ceremony.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Close your eyes and force yourself not to think about it.

……

When she opened her eyes again, she was stunned.

The lights are very bright.

stage.

The seats below the stage were packed tightly together.

She sat in one of the chairs, wearing the same gown she wore on the red carpet.

The awards ceremony.

Noticing something, Su Wuli suddenly turned her head to look to the side.

Yu Chen was sitting next to her.

He was dressed in a dark robe, standing out from the other people in suits and ties around him.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the stage lights and the huge screen, his brow slightly furrowed.

It seemed as if he saw her turn her head and look down at him.

"Where is this?" he asked in a low voice, so low that only she could hear him.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli subconsciously opened her mouth and said, "Awards ceremony."

On stage, the host is making transitions.

A buzzing sound came from the speakers, mixed with music and applause.

Yu Chen's brows furrowed even more.

He looked at the flashing lights and the changing images on the big screen.

Looking at the well-dressed people below the stage, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Strange."

Su Wuli didn't know how to explain it.

On stage, the presenter for the Best Editing Award came up.

It's still the same male actor.

"...The rhythm of the editing is very important." He began to speak, "It's like breathing; too fast and it's chaotic, too slow and it's interrupted, it all has to be just right."

The sound came through the speakers, and Su Wuli subconsciously bit her lip, her face instantly burning.

She lowered her eyes and stared at her fingers, not daring to look at the stage or to the side.

The sound continued.

"The progression and regression of each scene in the film determine the final rhythm."

I clearly didn't want to listen, yet every word reached my ears more clearly than ever before.

Su Wuli subconsciously clenched her fingers.

A gaze came from the side.

Su Wuli could feel Yu Chen looking at her, but she didn't turn her head.

The voice on stage was still speaking, and every word made her face burn even hotter.

Yu Chen's gaze never left him.

A few seconds later, he leaned closer to her, getting very close.

"That person spoke," he said in a low voice, close to her ear, "You were listening very carefully?"

His tone was flat, but the words he spoke were so hot they made her shudder.

Su Wuli bit her lip and remained silent.

His breath was right next to her ear, making her want to escape.

"So serious that..." Yu Chen paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, "that his ears turned red."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli froze on the spot.

She could no longer hear the voice on stage.

All he could hear was Yu Chen's breathing, and those few words swirling in his mind.

She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

I wanted to hide, but I couldn't move.

He just sat there with his eyes downcast, his face burning hot.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Chen leaned back a little, moving further away from her.

Then that gaze fell back on her face, carrying something that made her even more uneasy.

It was as if they had seen through something, or as if they were waiting for something.

Su Wuli finally couldn't help but answer in a very soft voice, "...No."

"Hmm," the man responded in a low voice.

With a faint smile on his face.

The male actor on stage continued.

"...A good editor knows how to control the pacing of a film..."

Every word was precisely targeted and read into her ears.

Su Wuli took a deep breath, trying to make herself look normal.

The watchful gaze from the side was still there.

She could sense that Yu Chen wasn't in the stands, but was watching her.

His gaze slowly moved from her profile to her earlobe, then back again, leisurely, as if he were admiring something interesting.

Su Wuli dared not move any further.