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In the following days, the filming of "Dark River" proceeded smoothly. Lin Yue frequently found various reasons to come to the film set for "inspections." 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, merely 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 the shade of a tree not far away, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground. Su Yao stood in that light, looking unrealistically beautiful. She wore the costume of the female lead—a slightly worn white T-shirt and distressed jeans. With a bare face and no glamorous makeup, she appeared even more fresh and charming.
Lin Yue watched her intently. She observed as Su Yao gradually immersed herself in her character, her entire demeanor subtly changing. No longer was she the dazzling Su Yao; she had transformed into 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 watched as the light in Su Yao's eyes dimmed with each of 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 said, tilting his head with a half-smile as he teased softly, "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 where Su Yao's performance faltered, as if startled by Lin Yue's gaze.
"Cut!" The director's voice interrupted this moment. "Su Yao, what's wrong? Did you zone out?"
Su Yao snapped back to reality, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"Sorry, Director. I got a bit distracted just now; I'll adjust my state immediately." She said this while giving a slight nod towards Lin Yue, a gentle smile playing at her lips.
Lin Yue felt a rush of panic and quickly lowered her head, pretending to look at her phone.
Her heartbeat was already out of rhythm, echoing wildly in her chest.
Lu Chen's teasing gaze made her even more uncomfortable, but at that moment, she couldn't care less.
"Come on, little fan," Lu Chen tugged at Lin Yue's sleeve. "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 early at the Film Set again, intending to discuss the shooting progress with Director Li. She walked straight to the break room, hoping to pour herself a cup of coffee to perk up.
As she pushed open the door, she froze.
Su Yao was standing in front of the coffee machine, intently adjusting the seemingly complicated device.
In the cramped space, both 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, President Lin," Su Yao broke the silence first.
With a gentle smile on her face, she said, "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 with a hint of sweetness, just 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 took half a step back 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 rolling bottle.
Their hands collided in mid-air, sending a strange current coursing through them.
Both looked up simultaneously, their eyes meeting in an electric moment.
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.
The light flickering in Su Yao's eyes was something Lin Yue had never seen in anyone else—gentle yet fervent, as if silently calling out to her.
"President Lin," Su Yao's voice trembled slightly, breaking this almost incendiary moment.
"I’ve actually been wanting to find a chance to thank you in person for investing in this drama."
There was a complex emotion in her eyes that seemed to suggest something while also testing the waters.
Lin Yue felt her throat tighten and dryness creep in.
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 displayed 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 early at the Film Set, finding a quiet corner to sit down. Ever since the incident in the break room, she and Su Yao had tacitly maintained a safe distance from each other, as if both were afraid that the nearly 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 fully 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 slightly trembling, 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 acting; she was truly experiencing that kind of pain.
When a tear slid down from the corner of her eye, Lin Yue felt as if something had gripped her heart tightly. It wasn't just the effect of eye drops; it was real emotion, as if Su Yao had genuinely gone through the character's suffering. Her acting was so exquisite that there were no traces of performance; everyone around couldn't help but feel their eyes welling up.
After the director called "Cut," Su Yao remained lost in her sorrowful emotions. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her gaze was filled with genuine 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 moving!" 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 from the corners of her eyes, trying to adjust her emotions. Her gaze inadvertently swept across the Film Set, meeting Lin Yue's eyes.
In that moment, their gazes were like two stars, distant yet irresistibly drawn to each other. 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 side. "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 earlier 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 film set today; she has an important meeting."
Lin Yue's heart raced slightly. She wasn't sure if Lu Chen's words were intentional or not, but the news felt like a refreshing breeze, clearing 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 a bit longer," Lin Yue replied, her voice tinged with fatigue. Lu Chen smiled slightly and said nothing more. He understood Lin Yue too well; he knew the struggles and desires within her. As an observer, he saw more clearly than Lin Yue did 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 harmonized with other actors, and how she immersed herself in every shot with focus. Lin Yue's eyes revealed admiration and respect, along with a hint of affection that even she dared not acknowledge.
"This take is good; we can use it," the director's voice rang out. "Su Yao, fantastic! That's a wrap for today; everyone can go home!"
After filming wrapped up, most of the crew left the film set, leaving only a few staff members to pack up equipment. Lin Yue remained seated, watching as Su Yao bid farewell to the director and several crew members before walking away alone.
"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 as she whispered, "Brother Chen, you go ahead; I want to take a walk alone."
Lu Chen nodded in understanding without saying much more; he simply reminded her to stay safe before leaving. Once Lu Chen was far away, Lin Yue took a deep breath, steeling herself as she hurried in the direction Su Yao had gone.
Turning a corner, she saw Su Yao standing under a large tree, looking down at her phone. The setting sun bathed her in golden light, draping her in a delicate veil of warmth 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 heart flutter 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 in the end, she simply nodded. "Let me take you back to the hotel."
"No need; my assistant is waiting for me." Su Yao pointed to a car parked not far away, smiling as she spoke. "Thank you for your encouragement today, Lin Yue."
"Can I add you on WeChat?" Lin Yue asked tentatively, trying to keep her voice sounding casual.
"Of course," Su Yao replied readily, pulling out her phone.
They quickly exchanged WeChat information. Their fingers glided across the screens, but they couldn't help stealing 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 surge of strong impulse rising within her. She almost ran after her to confess her true feelings. But in the end, she stood still, letting that impulse slowly fade away.
"Su Yao!" Lin Yue suddenly called out, urgency lacing her voice.
Su Yao stopped in her tracks and turned back, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Hmm?"
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yue gathered her courage and said, "I'll be back at the film set tomorrow."
Su Yao's eyes lit up, and a beautiful smile curved on 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 remained rooted to the spot as if under a spell. Her heart was still racing, her mind filled with Su Yao's last words: "I'll be looking forward to it."
In that moment, Lin Yue felt an unprecedented emotion—sweet yet painful, hopeful yet fearful. She knew that this brief exchange had crossed an invisible boundary between her and Su Yao.
She pulled out her phone and looked at the newly added WeChat friend; Su Yao's profile picture was a side profile shot with dark hair shimmering under the sunlight.
At that moment, she seemed to understand that some feelings, once awakened, could never be suppressed again. And Su Yao was the brightest star illuminating the deepest darkness within her heart.
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