Everything went smooth after the setup, every step unfolding with an effortless rhythm.
Yushan was back to his usual self.. focused, composed, completely absorbed in character the way he always had been.
The scene started to flow naturally, lines and movements aligning with the kind of perfection that made even the crew lean forward in quiet awe.
Every expression, every pause, every subtle flicker of emotion seemed to fit exactly as the script required.
Jun's cue to enter came, and he moved forward without hesitation, the camera focusing on him as he stepped into frame.
His movements carried restrained tension the role demanded.
Yushan's eyes found him immediately, the same tear-stained eyes that always did something strange to Yushan, something he couldn't describe even if he tried.
There was a weight in Jun's gaze that carried far beyond the script, something that pulled Yushan in without permission.
