The night slowly deepened, the sea water endlessly rising and falling, and the gentle sea breeze, accompanied by the sound of waves, created a relaxing atmosphere.
Xia Yan lay on the sofa, staring into the dark room, unsure if the man on the bed was asleep, and not daring to move or make any noise.
She often went on location shoots with him, usually staying in hotels, but this was the first time they shared a room.
Except for that man, she had never been so close to any other man, let alone sharing a room with one.
Recalling the photo he tore up during the day, the face from her memories didn't fade with the destruction of the photo. In the darkness, it seemed she could still see that face telling her, "When our careers take off, we will get married."
Those beautiful vows from the past were now reduced to irony, and everything was lost forever.
