Victor frowned, standing still and caught up in his own head. Finally, his eyes lit up and he pulled out his phone again. "Hello? Director Hong? Yes, it's me. I heard that you're directing a new play? Of course I have time. For you, it's not a problem. All right, I'll see you tomorrow."
He hung up the phone and a maniacal grin crept across his face. 'Humph! Little Ena, you dare hang up on me. When I arrive at the studio city, I'll see what you've been up to. No hiding from me now!'
The next day, the sun shone bright and warm. The studio city buzzed with life, with the film crew of "Legend of Empress Dugu" already having turned the cameras on to shoot under the morning sun.
Once her makeup was done, Ena looked more lively and lovely, dressed in the clothes of a young woman from the nomad tribe. She was going over the script, reading her lines out loud for herself, when Director Hong suddenly spoke up through
. "One, two, three..."
Victor looked at her cute face, his heart warming. "Don't you miss me?"
"I... I miss you. I miss you so much!" Ena made no secret of her longing for him.
Her soft and sweet words exploded in Victor's ears, chest, and mind, filling him with so much warm emotion it began welling up in his eyes.
"Ena? Ena, where are you? Ena?"
Suddenly, someone called for her from outside the van. It shocked Ena and sent a sting of panic running through her. She hurriedly patted Victor on the back and said anxiously, "Get up! There's someone here!"
Victor's face reddened and he broke out in a sweat. He then said hoarsely, "You go first!"
Ena's face was now a scarlet red. She mumbled to him softly, "I won't be going home tonight."
"I won't go home either," Victor said smirking cheekily. "I want to stay with the crew. To save them money, I will, reluctantly, stay in the same room as you."