"You... you guys..."
Bai Yi stood at the door, eyes on the two people inside the director's tent, looking decidedly unwell.
It felt like playing a soul-crushing video game where you'd roll around with the controller for ages only to be combo-killed by a Valkyrie.
Yan Huan was still gasping from the torrent of emotions that had just hit her, while Ye Shiyu turned her head expressionlessly to glance at Bai Yi at the door.
The next second, she silently reached out and pulled Xiao Huan closer to her, bringing him further into her embrace.
"Umm..."
Originally only leaning her cheek against Ye Shiyu's chest, now she was fully held, literally receiving a face wash.
"??"
Bai Yi's eyes widened, poised to question, but Ye Shiyu simply turned her head and preemptively asked,
"What's wrong?"
The flat, matter-of-fact inquiry felt like a punch to Bai Yi's face.
Such a simple question almost broke through Bai Yi's defense.
