From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Ding-ling-ling.

The abrupt ring of the phone interrupted the subtle atmosphere, severing their intertwined gazes, like an intruder barging in, but she couldn't help but keep her eyes glued to him, as if stuck to him with glue.

He answered the phone, "Hello."

She kept watching him, the whole world spinning rapidly around him.

He also kept watching her, even as he answered the phone, his gaze fixed on her face.

Affection, deep love, entanglement.

Tiny details filled the scene completely in imperceptible spaces.

She was completely lost.

Noticing the slight pause in his expression, she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Don't worry about it."

But he seemed a little uneasy, "Hello?"

There was no sound from the other end of the phone, and without warning, it hung up.

He was slightly stunned, staring blankly at the phone in his hand, lost in thought:

In this parallel time and space, there were too many unknowns and too many uncertainties.

He wasn't sure how he had changed the past and how he had come to possess the present.

He wasn't sure if he had really used the diary to go back to the past, change history, and achieve a happy ending.

Everything was too happy and too perfect to feel real.

It seemed like it could disappear at any moment, or perhaps it was just a dream of his wishful thinking.

He wasn't sure.

What if everything—going back to the past, changing history, and having happiness—was just a long and vivid dream?

Should he wake up, or should he continue to dream?

That feeling of apprehension and unease was like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead.

He didn't know when it would fall, or even if it would fall.

A silent phone call might not mean anything at all, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Quietly staring at the receiver, his focus scattered, his eyes glazed over, his thoughts briefly delving into the void, searching aimlessly in the cracks of time and space.

However.

It was only a brief moment.

He took a light breath, put the receiver back, and nestled against her chest, pressing his left ear to it, quietly capturing the sound of her heart pounding against her chest—

Thump. Thump.

Strong, powerful.

It seemed to gently transmit the power through her chest to his eardrum, carefully feeling the rhythm and energy of her heartbeat, and all the other noises of the world disappeared.

She felt it.

In fact, this was just a very simple action, without any desire, like a child, listening with a pure heart, but she could feel his tenderness and care, wholeheartedly immersed.

The pounding and beating of his heart slowly evolved into the pulse of his soul.

She also heard it—

She was sinking and falling, loving deeper and deeper, unable to extricate herself.

He was uneasy and afraid, the more beautiful it was, the more unwilling he was to let go.

The two emotions, however, converged to the same destination, merging through the beating of their hearts and the touch of their skin.

At this moment, the world was peaceful.

In front of the monitor, Mackie was a little unsure—

He couldn't put his finger on it.

Logically speaking, this scene, the "caesura," should only last for a brief moment, but now the two actors' silence and stillness had lasted for at least three seconds.

Did he need to shout "NG"?

But at the same time, he could vaguely feel the emotions spreading in this caesura, filling the silent space little by little.

The chemistry between the two characters made one want to scream.

So, was this good, or was it bad?

He didn't know, and he wasn't sure.

The director's position was more difficult than he had imagined.

How should the spaces between the lines and the language of the camera be filled?

Without a doubt, it was a big question mark.

Mackie looked at Eric, but found that Eric was slightly opening his mouth like a fanboy, staring at the monitor in stunned silence, completely unresponsive, which made Mackie feel helpless.

He rolled his eyes.

So, this was a good thing, right?

Eric's investment was a side proof of the success of this scene, and he didn't need to interrupt the filming, right?

The thoughts flashed through his mind briefly.

It was in this short moment of hesitation that his voice came muffled from the covers, with hesitation and trepidation, cautiously asking.

"Why do you think we're... such a good match?"

He raised his head and looked at her again, his handsome face reflected in her eyes, the caution and fragility in his eyes seemed to hold his breath.

Everything in front of him was so beautiful that he habitually began to worry about gain and loss, even questioning whether he deserved such happiness, which made her also unable to help but hold her breath, carefully searching the stars and sea in those eyes.

He continued, "I mean, why, after I moved out, did you... still sneak out to find me?"

This was also his biggest worry—

In this timeline, he still moved, and he and Kyler still separated; but the difference was that this time they didn't cut off contact, and Kyler secretly ran out to find him, and they finally got together.

But, why?

The goddess he once dreamed of actually saw him and took the initiative to lower herself to find him.

He couldn't see the answer, and he couldn't feel at ease.

In hesitation and trepidation, he still threw out the question.

But she didn't hesitate, without any pause, she gave the answer directly, "Because I missed you."

Simple, direct.

This stunned him.

He had imagined many possibilities, but he had overlooked the simplest one.

It turned out that the truth was so simple, not so complicated and not so profound.

Looking at his expression, she couldn't help but laugh happily.

She could clearly see her reflection in those pupils, so happy and so bright, a look she had never seen before, but she already deeply loved this kind of herself.

If happiness had a perfect picture, it should be what was in front of her.

Ha.

His forehead bumped against her forehead, and a sound of annoyance and shyness surged from the depths of his throat.

Rachel laughed happily, "What, did you think my dad would stop me from seeing you?"

"What can he do to me?"

He looked at her, nose touching nose, and his smile completely bloomed, "I don't know, yell at me loudly, 'Get out of here, Bambi'."

"Bambi?"

Rachel couldn't help it, she widened her eyes, doubting her ears.

That look made Evan a little embarrassed, and his cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot.

He refused to answer, and immediately buried his face between her shoulders and neck, taking a deep, deep breath.

Rachel couldn't help it, a burst of itching, a burst of numbness, the entire left shoulder was instantly covered with goosebumps, and everything from her hair to her toes curled up, "Oh!"

She exclaimed.

But she didn't expect that the two people would start fighting each other, seeming to grab each other's ticklish spots, and began to tickle each other, bumping foreheads and playing around.

Haha, hahaha.

The laughter couldn't stop at all.

Perhaps he could stop worrying, the tragedy in his memory didn't happen, Kyler's father was no longer a demon, he couldn't stop Kyler from being with him, and he could finally wholeheartedly embrace happiness.

This completely relaxed him, revealing his childlike and playful side.