This time, Yushan composed himself with everything he had.
He channeled every ounce of restraint, every bit of control he had built through years of acting, and managed to hold himself together.
The entire retake moved smoothly; every movement, every word, every glance fell perfectly into place.
And when the final line faded and director Feng finally called out cut, approving the take, relief flooded through the room.
But Yushan didn't stay to bask in that relief or to hear the soft murmur of the crew's satisfaction. The very instant Feng said it was good, Yushan disappeared out of the room without saying a word.
The further he walked from the set, the heavier the air felt around him. By the time he reached the washroom, he felt like something inside him was tightening ..not in anger, not in fear, but in a confusion that he couldn't quite name.
The second the door shut behind him, he exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the sink.
