Gu Nian seemed to be stunned.

She maintained the same position and looked into Luo Xiu’s eyes, dazed, as though she had been lured into the deepest part of it.

Her lips moved slightly, “Do….”

The smile under Luo Xiu’s eyes were shallow and cold, “Do what?”

“Do…”

As it was night filming, actors with no parts and workers who were not scheduled were all resting. Luo Xiu being at the quietest of all corners, Gu Nian barely ran into anyone on her way over.

His little assistant wasn’t there either. Luo Xiu was lying down in the lounger by himself. Motionless, he seemed to be asleep.

The term was too unfamiliar to Luo Xiu. Like a stone being tossed into a pond that had been undisturbed for a thousand years. The stone sank to the bottom immediately but it had stirred up rings and rings of ripples.

The surface of the pond had come to life, the fallen leaves had come to live, the dried-up trees next to the pond had come to life. In fact, the entire temple covered in dust was waking up slowly.

After dinner, the workers returned to the production team one by one and started preparing to film their night scene.

Gu Nian had been staring at the entrance of the studio the entire time, waiting to take on the taste of giving her precious son a last-minute crash course.