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In the following days, the filming of "Dark River" proceeded in an orderly manner. Lin Yue frequently came to the set under various pretenses to "inspect the work." Although Jiang Rou felt dissatisfied, she couldn't find a suitable reason to stop her. After all, "Dark River" was the first film project invested in by the company; she couldn't openly prevent Lin Yue from caring about their investment.
Lin Yue remembered her promise to Jiang Rou and restrained herself from approaching Su Yao, only watching her from a distance. However, every time she saw Su Yao's performance, she was captivated by her professionalism and superb acting skills, and the fluttering feelings in her heart were impossible to suppress.
One day, the crew was filming outdoors. Lin Yue stood under a tree not far away, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground. Su Yao stood in that light, looking unrealistically beautiful. She wore the female lead's costume—a slightly worn white T-shirt and distressed jeans. With no makeup on her face, she appeared even more fresh and charming.
Lin Yue couldn't take her eyes off her. She watched as Su Yao gradually immersed herself into her character, and her entire demeanor underwent a subtle transformation. She was no longer the radiant Su Yao but had become the lonely yet resilient protagonist of "Dark River."
"That look! Yes, just like that!" the director shouted excitedly. "Hold it, don’t move! Let the cameraman capture a few more angles."
Lin Yue observed as the light in Su Yao's eyes dimmed bit by bit with the director's requests, replaced by a deep-seated despair and struggle. The performance felt so real that Lin Yue could almost feel the character's pain.
"Lin Yue..." A familiar voice came from behind her.
Lu Chen had somehow appeared beside her. Lin Yue gently shushed him without turning around, her gaze still fixed on Su Yao.
"She’s performing so well," Lu Chen remarked with a teasing smile, tilting his head to look at her. "Do you know what you look like right now? Like an obsessed little fan."
Lin Yue's ears turned slightly red, but she didn't refute him. At that moment, she truly was Su Yao's most loyal audience and fan.
Just then, Su Yao glanced in Lin Yue's direction. Their eyes met, and there was a brief moment of hesitation in Su Yao's performance as if she had been startled by Lin Yue's gaze.
"Cut!" The director's voice interrupted this moment. "Su Yao, what happened? Did you lose focus?"
Su Yao snapped back to reality, a blush creeping onto her face. "Sorry, Director. I was a bit distracted just now; I’ll adjust my state immediately."
As she spoke, she gave a slight nod towards Lin Yue, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
Lin Yue felt a rush of panic and quickly lowered her head, pretending to be engrossed in her phone.
Her heartbeat had long since lost its rhythm, thumping loudly in her chest.
Lu Chen's teasing gaze made her even more uncomfortable, but at that moment, she couldn't afford to care. "Come on, little fan," Lu Chen tugged at Lin Yue's shirt, "I still have work to do, so don't disturb me here. Let's head back for the meeting."
A few days later, Lin Yue arrived at the set early once again, intending to discuss the filming progress with Director Li. She headed straight for the break room, hoping to pour herself a cup of coffee to perk up.
As she pushed the door open, she froze. Su Yao was standing in front of the coffee machine, focused on adjusting the seemingly complex device.
In the cramped space, both of them felt a bit awkward, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Lin Yue stood at the doorway, unsure whether to enter or retreat.
"Good morning, Ms. Lin," Su Yao broke the silence first. A gentle smile graced her face. "Would you like some coffee? I'm just figuring out this new machine; it’s more complicated than I expected."
Lin Yue nodded and cautiously stepped into the break room. She could smell Su Yao's faint fragrance—fresh and slightly sweet, much like Su Yao herself.
"How about I give it a try?" Lin Yue said softly, trying to sound casual. She walked over to Su Yao's side and reached for the coffee beans placed high up.
Su Yao naturally stepped back half a pace to give Lin Yue some space. In that small break room, Lin Yue felt Su Yao's gaze on her. The sensation of being watched made her hands tremble slightly, causing her to accidentally knock over a nearby bottle of mineral water.
The bottle fell to the ground with a thud. "I'm sorry!" Lin Yue quickly bent down to pick it up.
Su Yao also bent down at the same time to retrieve the bottle that had rolled away. Their hands collided in midair, an unusual current coursing through their fingertips and spreading throughout their bodies.
They both looked up simultaneously, their eyes meeting in midair. The distance between them was so close that they could count each other's eyelashes; Lin Yue's heart raced as if it might leap from her chest.
She gazed at Su Yao's slightly parted lips—so pink and inviting—that she couldn't help but want to draw closer and closer.
The light flickering in Su Yao's eyes was something Lin Yue had never seen before—gentle yet intense, as if silently calling out to her.
"Ms. Lin," Su Yao's voice trembled slightly, breaking the almost electric moment. "I've actually been wanting to find an opportunity to thank you in person for investing in this drama."
There was a complex emotion in her eyes that seemed to hint at something while also testing the waters. Lin Yue's throat tightened, feeling suddenly dry.
She could feel her heartbeat loud enough that it seemed Su Yao might hear it. Just as she was about to speak, her phone rang at the most inopportune moment. When Lin Yue took out her phone, both of them saw Jiang Rou's name flashing on the screen. Those two characters felt like an invisible wall, instantly separating them. Su Yao's expression darkened. She quickly straightened up, created distance between herself and Lin Yue, and found an excuse to leave in a hurry. Lin Yue watched her retreating figure, filled with a sense of loss and helplessness.
One day, the crew was filming a particularly important emotional scene. The character played by Su Yao had just gone through a breakup, and she needed to convey feelings of sadness and pain. Lin Yue arrived at the set early and quietly sat in a corner. Ever since the incident in the break room, she and Su Yao had tacitly maintained a safe distance, as if both were afraid that the almost uncontrollable feelings would resurface.
"All departments ready!" The director's shout pulled Lin Yue back to reality. "Su Yao, are you ready?" Su Yao nodded, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and made her final emotional adjustments. When she opened her eyes again, her entire aura had changed; it was as if she had completely immersed herself in her character.
"Action!"
In front of the camera, Su Yao seemed like a different person. Her eyes were filled with despair and pain; her lips trembled slightly, and her expression was on the verge of breaking down yet desperately restrained. Her performance was so precise that every subtle change in her expression broke hearts around her. She wasn’t just acting; she was truly experiencing that pain.
As a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, Lin Yue felt as if something had gripped her heart tightly. This wasn’t just the effect of eye drops; it was genuine emotion, as if Su Yao had truly lived through the character's suffering. Her acting was so exquisite that there were no traces of performance left; those watching couldn't help but have red-rimmed eyes.
When the director called "Cut," Su Yao remained lost in her sorrowful emotions. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her gaze was filled with authentic hurt. Seeing this scene from the side, Lin Yue felt a pang of heartache. She almost rushed over to comfort her but held back from taking that step.
"Great! Amazing! Su Yao, your performance is so impactful!" Director Li exclaimed excitedly while clapping his hands. The entire crew erupted into enthusiastic applause for Su Yao's performance. Assistant Xiao Lin carefully handed Su Yao a tissue, and she gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, striving to adjust her emotions. Her gaze inadvertently swept across the set and met Lin Yue's eyes.
In that moment, their gazes were like two distant stars, drawn to each other despite the vastness between them. Lin Yue wanted to walk over, to say something to Su Yao, even if it was just a simple "You've worked hard." But the image of Jiang Rou lingered in her mind, separating her from Su Yao.
Just as Lin Yue hesitated, Lu Chen approached her.
"Lin Yue, are you okay?" he asked softly, concern evident in his eyes.
Lin Yue withdrew her gaze and forced a smile. "I'm fine."
Lu Chen followed her line of sight. Su Yao was surrounded by a group of staff members, with Director Li explaining the emotional direction for the next scene.
Lu Chen sighed and said quietly, "Xiao Rou isn't coming to the set today; she has an important meeting."
Lin Yue's heart raced slightly. She couldn't tell if Lu Chen's words were intentional or not, but the news felt like a refreshing breeze, clearing away the gloom that had settled in her heart. She nodded.
"You look quite tired; why not head home?" Lu Chen suggested. "You don't have to come every day; some things can be handled by the staff."
"No, I want to stay and watch," Lin Yue replied, her voice tinged with fatigue.
Lu Chen smiled gently and said nothing more. He understood Lin Yue too well; he knew the struggle and desire within her. As an observer, he could see more clearly than she could that the secret emotional bond between her and Su Yao was deepening little by little. Yet Jiang Rou's presence complicated and pained that connection.
The afternoon shoot continued. Lin Yue's gaze remained fixed on Su Yao, watching how she switched emotions in different scenes, how she collaborated seamlessly with other actors, how she immersed herself in every shot with focus and dedication. Lin Yue's eyes reflected admiration and respect, along with a hint of affection that even she dared not acknowledge.
"This take can be used in one go," the director's voice rang out. "Su Yao, fantastic! That's it for today; everyone wrap up!"
After filming concluded, most of the crew left the set, leaving only a few behind to pack up equipment. Lin Yue remained seated, motionless.
She watched as Su Yao bid farewell to the director and several crew members before walking away alone into the distance.
"Lin Yue, let's head back," Lu Chen called softly as he approached her.
Lin Yue stood up, her gaze following Su Yao's retreating figure. "Brother Chen, you go ahead; I want to take a walk alone."
Lu Chen nodded in understanding without saying much more. After reminding her to stay safe, he left.
Once Lu Chen had walked far enough away, Lin Yue took a deep breath, steeling herself before quickly heading in the direction Su Yao had gone.
Turning a corner, she saw Su Yao standing beneath a large tree, looking down at her phone. The setting sun bathed her in golden light, draping her in a shimmering veil that was heartbreakingly beautiful.
Su Yao.
"Lin Yue," she called softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Su Yao looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes as she gazed at Lin Yue. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she replied, "Mr. Lin."
"Just call me Lin Yue," Lin Yue said, stepping closer to Su Yao but deliberately maintaining a distance.
"Lin Yue." Su Yao's voice was soft, as if savoring each syllable of the name.
They fell into silence, both unsure of what to say next. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, as if playing a tender love song for this unexpected encounter.
"You performed really well today," Lin Yue finally broke the silence. "Your acting resonated deeply with the audience."
Su Yao's eyes lit up, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"Thank you for your recognition. I really like this character; she is both strong and fragile, just like every ordinary person, with her own light and shadows."
"Indeed, everyone has their own light and shadows," Lin Yue said softly.
Her gaze unconsciously fell on Su Yao's lips, which looked particularly tempting in the glow of the setting sun. She quickly averted her eyes, her heart racing.
"Do you have shadows too?" Su Yao asked, taking a half step forward to close the distance between them. "It seems like the glamorous Mr. Lin also has his own shadows?"
Lin Yue was touched by the question. "Deep down, everyone has corners of their hearts that remain unknown to others; some shadows are hard to dissipate once formed."
Su Yao nodded thoughtfully and said softly, "But it is precisely because of these shadows that we can cherish the light even more."
Her gaze was gentle, like a warm beam of light piercing through Lin Yue's darkened heart.
Lin Yue felt a sudden flutter in her chest; Su Yao's words were like a key gently unlocking the tightly shut door within her soul. She wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin. Instead, she simply looked at Su Yao.
"I didn't see Miss Jiang with you today..." Su Yao suddenly remarked, her tone calm yet tinged with an elusive emotion in her eyes. "You two seem very close; everyone says you are well-matched."
Lin Yue's heart sank heavily at those words.
She wanted to explain but swallowed her words back down. The relationship between her and Jiang Rou was indeed too complex to be easily articulated.
"My relationship with Xiao Rou is much more complicated than what outsiders see," Lin Yue finally spoke up. Her voice was soft but filled with bitterness. "She has always been good to me since childhood. I owe her a lot."
Su Yao's expression dimmed slightly, but she quickly adjusted her emotions and offered an understanding smile.
"Relationships are complex; outsiders have no right to judge."
Lin Yue nodded, yet a sense of helplessness filled her heart.
She longed to tell Su Yao about her feelings, the kind of fluttering and excitement she had never experienced before. But reason told her that this was not a good time, and perhaps there would never be a suitable moment.
"It's getting late; I should go," Su Yao said softly, glancing at her watch, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
Lin Yue wanted to keep her there but ultimately just nodded. "Let me drive you back to the hotel."
"No need; my assistant is waiting for me." Su Yao pointed to a car waiting not far away and smiled. "Thank you for your encouragement today, Lin Yue."
"Can I add you on WeChat?" Lin Yue asked tentatively, trying to keep her voice sounding natural.
"Of course," Su Yao replied readily, pulling out her phone.
They quickly exchanged WeChat information. Their fingers glided over the screens, yet they couldn't help but steal glances at each other, like two high school students secretly passing notes—nervous yet sweet.
After adding each other, Lin Yue watched Su Yao turn and walk away, a strong impulse surged within her. She almost ran after her to confess her true feelings. But in the end, she remained rooted in place, letting that impulse slowly dissipate within her.
"Su Yao!" Lin Yue suddenly called out, her voice tinged with urgency.
Su Yao stopped and turned back, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Hmm?"
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yue gathered her courage and said, "I'll be at the set again tomorrow."
Su Yao's eyes lit up, and a beautiful smile graced her lips. "I'll be looking forward to it."
With that, she turned and got into the car, which slowly drove away. As the taillights faded from view, Lin Yue stood there as if frozen in time. Her heart was still racing, and her mind was filled with Su Yao's last words: "I'll be looking forward to it."
In that moment, Lin Yue felt an unprecedented emotion—both sweet and painful, both hopeful and fearful. She knew that those few words had crossed an invisible boundary between her and Su Yao.
She took out her phone and looked at the newly added WeChat friend; Su Yao's profile picture was a side profile shot, her dark hair shimmering under the sunlight.
At that moment, Lin Yue seemed to understand that some feelings, once they sprout, can never be suppressed. And Su Yao was the brightest star illuminating the deepest darkness within her heart.
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