Soon, the car arrived at the filming location for the day, a beautiful lakeside setting.
The lake water was clear and emerald green, shimmering in the warm sunlight.
As everyone got out of the car, the photographer set up the equipment, the crew members assisted and the director prepared, all bustling about.
After Spencer got out of the car, he took the water bottle handed to him by Andrew and calmly took a sip, not daring to look at the beloved girl not far away.
Although the corner of his eye longed to steal a glance at her.
Yet Spencer knew deep down that he mustn't act out of the ordinary, mustn't get too close to her, mustn't make her feel uneasy, and above all, mustn't make her deliberately keep her distance from him...
Sometimes, only being friends can last for an eternity...
Being able to see her every day, occasionally bringing her a plate of shrimp at home, seeing her smile, hearing her voice, that was enough for him.
After all, in the past, he could only see her in his dreams...
Countless nights, he would wake up from dreams of losing her, lighting a cigarette at the edge of his bed, lost in melancholy for a long time.
When the heartache numbed him, he couldn't bear it anymore, feeling like he was on the brink of collapse.
Back when they broke up, the grief-stricken him developed a smoking addiction... to mask the pain in his heart, he brutally burned his left hand...
But physical pain was temporary, while heartache was eternal.
"Summer, are you cold?"
The wind was strong by the lakeside, Elisa brought over a jacket to help her put it on, "Cover up first, it's getting windy, we haven't started filming yet."
"Thank you." Summer gave her a faint smile, then turned back to the script. As a newcomer and the first time taking on the female lead role, she mustn't lag behind.
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Seriously!!! 2 very short chapters per day!!!...