translator: baumkuchen (unedited)
Gan Yu, who didnât need to participate in the filming, watched Chi Xiaochi, his arms crossed. His eyes were filled with gently restrained admiration.
This wasnât his first time seeing Chi Xiaochi act, but it was his first time seeing him do it in person.
He could only say that he was born for the camera lens. That kind of indescribable spirit and charm, as long as they saw it, it could easily move oneâs heart.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Every scene with him in it passed in one shot.
......While everyone else was called over by the director to be scolded, Chi Xiaochi returned to the dressing room with the Gan siblings under the excuse of having to touch up his makeup.
He still wasnât very used putting on and taking off contacts, so he left it all to Gan Yu.
Gan Yu carefully took off the two lenses, then helped him apply eye drops for eye strain, blowing on his eyes lightly. He then told him to close his eyes and rest, pressing his hands against his shoulder blades to tell him that he was always here, that he could close his eyes without worrying, there was no need to be scared.
This consideration made it truly impossible for Chi Xiaochi to not make some associations.
As Gan Tang picked out clothes for Chi Xiaochi, she asked, âIâve always wanted to ask, why do you have to pretend to be blind. If itâs because youâre afraid of others finding out about your heterochromia, isnât that easily solved just by wearing colour contacts?â
Chi Xiaochiâs eyes were closed as he rested. In a lazy voice, he said, âYes, why is that?â
Song Chunyang himself was rather pure, so he would never have thought of these questions. He just felt like this was a kind of painless fun, which would just let him and Yuan Benshan be more intimate with each other. When times where he could help people came, he was never afraid to expose his identity as someone with Yin-Yang Eyes.
Song Chunyang thought of it like this. What about Yuan Benshan?
âBecause being âblindâ means that youâre troublesome. Who would be willing to form a team with a blind person?â He said indifferently, âYuan Benshan doesnât want to let other people team up with us, to share information with us. In his view, Iâm his, so this pair of Yin-Yang Eyes should be his, should be his biggest chip to ensure his survival. If he let other people use them, wouldnât that be letting others benefit without getting anything in return?â
Gan Yu picked up a soft cloth and wiped away the eye drops that were rolling down from his eyes. He gave a simple summary of Chi Xiaochiâs analysis, âEgoism.â
Chi Xiaochi shrugged. âI didnât say that there was anything wrong with wanting to only benefit oneself. Gaining a personal benefit without having to harm others is actually a show of skill.â
Gan Yu asked, âWhat if some people are harming others for their own personal gain?â
âThen the people by his side need to be a little smarter,â Chi Xiaochi said, âKindness requires a warm heart, but also needs a set of sharp teeth and claws. The former is used to be kind to others, the latter is used to protect oneself.â
With this back and forth, they managed to say practically everything Chi Xiaochi had wanted to say to Song Chunyang.
Song Chunyangâs only problem was that he had been too well-protected, to the extent that the first time he was made aware of the cruelty in peopleâs hearts, he had to pay far too bitter a price.
Chi Xiaochi wasnât afraid of Song Chunyang not being able to see the darkness, he was just afraid of him not being able to believe in the light.
However, if, after ten tasks, there was Xi Lou to stay by his side, maybe he didnât have to worry.
Thinking of this, he leaned back into the soft chair, his lips pursing up in a light laugh.
Gan Yu really couldnât hold back anymore. He reached out a finger, and, through his physical body, lightly caressed Chi Xiaochiâs slightly damp eyelashes.
&#k2026;&#k2026;He loved this kind of Chi Xiaochi too much.
Other than for Chi Xiaochi, the first and second day of filming wasnât very smooth, so when Yuan Benshan went into Guan Qiaoqiaoâs room to send her food, his face was very gloomy.
For these past two days, Guan Qiaoqiao had locked herself inside the room. All her food and drink had to be brought to her by other people.
With the nearing of the figure in the photograph, her condition had gotten more and more serious. Guan Qiaoqiao was already so sick that she had no way of leaving the room whatsoever. Only this haunted room could give her a slight sense of security,
But this kind of security was nothing more than a pavilion in the sky. It had absolutely no way of giving one true comfort, it could only push one to slide step by step into the abyss of collapse.
The âNight Returneeâ was faced away from her, hiding their figure, which actually just made Guan Qiaoqiao even more nervous. She desperately wanted to see how much closer the âNight Returneeâ had gotten, but at the same time, she didnât have the courage.
Over these past few days, her nerves had been worn to the point of being as thin as string, almost stretched to the point of snapping. When she saw Yuan Benshan, she abruptly flipped over and sat up, a glimmer of hope reappearing on her pale, haggard face. âHas Chunyang come up with anything yet?â
Yuan Benshan replied, âHeâs still thinking.â
These words were just a prevarication.
Everyone knew that Guan Qiaoqiao was done for. It was just a question of if she would die sooner or later. However, the person herself still held a glimmer of hope.
Sometimes, hope could be more painful than despair.
âThinking! Thinking thinking thinking!â Guan Qiaoqiao started screeching uncontrollably, âExactly when is he going to think of something! Why donât you give me a time, huh?!â
Yuan Benshanâs expression cooled as he forced himself to hold back his impatience.
No one would be happy to watch a dying personâs deathbed struggles and hysteria. This couldnât give anyone any joy.
He put down the lunchbox. âEat.â
Guan Qiaoqiao stared at Yuan Benshan. She asked suspiciously, âYuan Benshan, did you say something to Chunyang? Why hasnât he come to see me?â
These days, Guan Qiaoqiao had been overly suspicious of everything, truly making one feel annoyed. And Song Chunyang was an idiot, often searching out Yuan Benshan to blather on about âif I had given her a Yin-Yang Eye earlier this wouldnât have happenedâ. Adding on to that how badly this task had been going, with all these matters combining, Yuan Benshan couldnât hold back the sneer itching at the corner of his mouth any longer. âArenât you yourself clear on what youâve done?â
Guan Qiaoqiao stilled. Her slightly lidded eyes stared rigidly at Yuan Benshan. âWhat Iâve done, youâve also done. Donât try to paint yourself as so clean.â
Yuan Benshan didnât want to say anything else to her. With a weird laugh, he turned his head and started to leave.
But this laugh totally triggered Guan Qiaoqiaoâs delicate, sensitive nerves.
She wrenched off her quilt, saying, âYouâre planning on giving up on me?â
Yuan Benshan lowered his voice and shot back, âWhat value is there in keeping a partner like you? ......Someone whoâs going to die at any moment now!â
This evaluation clearly triggered Guan Qiaoqiao. She let out a laugh, her face already almost distorted. âIs that so? Yuan Benshan, then have you ever heard of âthe words of a man on his deathbed always come from the heartâ?
Just as Yuan Benshan was still thinking about what those words meant, he saw Guan Qiaoqiao leap down from the bed, and yell out in a sharp voice, âChunâââ
Seeing that the situation was good, Yuan Benshan covered her mouth with one hand, grabbing her hair with the other, and directly pushed her down, harshly slamming her head against the bedside table!
Guan Qiaoqiaoâs body immediately softened. As the world around her spun, a warm liquid with a metallic tang trickled down from her head. Her vision went dizzy.
She thought that her sense of pain had long since been numbed by fear, but when she was really hit, her body still thrashed in pain.
Over these past two days, everyone had gotten used to her yelling and screaming. No matter how she screamed, everyone would just take it as her acting up again, there was no way they would come to check on her so easily.
The pain roused an impulsive malice. She threatened him in a twisted voice, âIf you donât quickly come up with a way to save me, Iâll let Chunyang know about what youâve done. If I die, donât even think about living well!â
Yuan Benshan just looked at her, silent.
The pressure of despair and hope drove Guan Qiaoqiao completely insane. In a strange voice, she said, âDoctor Yuan, if you have the ability, just kill me. Youâre the last one to have seen me. If you kill me, the most suspect one will be you.â
Yuan Benshan stared at her seriously for a while, then smiled.
He asked, âWhat are you talking about? Why canât I understand what youâre saying? What do you want to tell Chunyang? ......Ah, itâs about us conspiring together, right? But whereâs your proof.â
Guan Qiaoqiao, âDonât forget, I have my phoneâââ
Yuan Benshan pulled out a phone from his pocket and said with a smile, â......You mean this?â
Ever since he had started suspecting Guan Qiaoqiao of leaking their secret, Yuan Benshan had begun destroying the evidence.
His own phone had been lost on the way there. It might have been stolen by a pickpocket, which actually saved him the trouble of destroying it. Guan Qiaoqiaoâs phone had been stolen the last time he had sent her food, and soaked in water. He had also pulled out the memory card, snapped it in half, and flushed it down the toilet, totally destroying it and leaving no possibility for repair.
In this other world, their phones had no signal, so there was no way to use them. They couldnât even beat a brick in terms of usefulness, so Guan Qiaoqiao hadnât even realised that she had lost her phone.
Guan Qiaoqiao fell into a frenzy once more, starting to struggle with all her might, roaring, âThen Iâll tell him myself! Thereâs no need for any evidence! Iâm already dying, what am I afraid of? What else do I need to be afraid of?â
âReally?â
Yuan Benshan pulled the sheets off of the bed, slowly saying, âThen letâs test it out and see.â
It was easy for one to lose their reason in the throes of madness. Only when she realised that her hands had been tied to the steel bed frame did Guan Qiaoqiao start to panic. âYuan Benshan, what are you doing?!â
Without saying a word, Yuan Benshan pulled off the pillowcase, and firmly stuffed it into her mouth. He then tied Guan Qiaoqiaoâs limbs to the bed, securing it with a surgical knot.
After doing all of this, Yuan Benshan walked over towards that photograph.
Guan Qiaoqiao guessed what he was about to do. She immediately let out a scream of fear.
âDidnât you say that you were about to die?â Yuan Benshan said, âDidnât you say that youâre ânot afraid of anythingâ?â
He grabbed the picture frame, raised it up with a lot of strength, and flipped the frame around!
A heartrending roar tried to burst out of Guan Qiaoqiaoâs throat, but it was blocked by the pillowcase.
As she retched with fear, she let out muffled sounds of rage, which were probably extremely vicious curses.
But Yuan Benshan wasnât in the mood to continue listening to her. He grabbed the room key off the struggling Guan Qiaoqiaoâs body, walked out the door, locked it, stuffed the key into his pocket, and walked away.
He might not be able to kill, but the ghost could.
That all-encompassing gaze fell onto Guan Qiaoqiao once more.
Guan Qiaoqiao was tied to the bed, she couldnât move. Her chest rose and fell uncontrollably. She didnât dare to look at the photograph, but at the same time, she couldnât help but look.
She finally carefully glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.
The photograph was still a vast swath of white snowfield, the undergrowth hazy, but the figure of the night returnee hadnât continued to grow. It was even a little smaller than the size it had been in the previous days.
However, the sense of being watched was still growing, tormenting her to the point that she couldnât keep from repeatedly smacking her head against the bed.
Whatâs going on? Hadnât the night returnee walked off?
And the image in the picture gave Guan Qiaoqiao a subtle ill feeling, as if it wasnât exactly the same as the photograph sheâd seen before.
She gathered up all her courage, before looking over at it properly.
Gradually, Guan Qiaoqiaoâs eyes widened.
......She had realised it.
The white in the image, wasnât the white of a snowfield. It was the white of a sclera.
And the dark black dot, was a still pupil, staring straight at the her on the bed.
She opened her mouth wide, saliva flowing out of the corners of the lips. A hoarse wail of grief rushed out from her chest, so frightened it didnât sound like a humanâs voice.
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