In the photos, Lin Jiamu looks very youthful, probably no more than twenty years old, and in each picture, his hairstyle and outfit are different, clearly indicating they were taken at different tis.
But the only common point is the emptiness in his eyes in the photos, looking frivolous and decadent, starkly contrasting with the sunny, warm-hearted, genius songwriter Lin Jiamu she knows.
And most importantly, he is standing next to Long Xiao. What is his relationship with Long Xiao?
Also, who is the person sending these photos to her, and what is their purpose?
"Mu Yan, Mu Yan!" The voice of her assistant Xiao Hu rings in her ears.
Mu Yan snaps back to reality, seeing her looking at her with worry, apologetically she says, "Sorry, what did you just say?"
Xiao Hu responds, "The director is looking for you."
"Okay." Mu Yan nods, stands up to find Chen Zhou.
In the afternoon, the last scene is fild, and the entire production wraps up.
In the evening, Chen Zhou invites everyone from the crew to dinner, and Song Cheng’an cos to pick her up, looking a bit serious.
Mu Yan is sowhat surprised, "Brother Song, why are you here?"
Recently, she’s been surrounded by her assistant Xiao Hu and a few bodyguards, ensuring her safety without any issues.
Song Cheng’an looks at her and says solemnly, "Mu Yan, I hope after you hear what I have to say, you can stay calm."
Mu Yan’s heart skips a beat, an ominous feeling arises, seemingly recalling a previous ti when he ca to her like this, and that ti...
Her mind is a ss, she directly asks, "Is it... Mu Chen..."
Song Cheng’an nods with difficulty, "He slipped into a coma several tis this morning; he is now in the intensive care unit."
"What did you say?" Mu Yan’s face changes dramatically, the color drains instantly, and her voice trembles, "Chenchen he... he..."
At the thought of a possibility, her tears uncontrollably fall, dripping down.
She covers her mouth and suddenly rushes out.
Seeing her frantic state, Song Cheng’an grabs her, saying, "Mu Yan, don’t worry; it’s not as bad as you think, he said it’s fine."
It’s just that he hasn’t woken up yet, but he won’t say that.
Mu Yan turns her head to look at him, gritting her teeth, "Brother Song, you’re not lying to ?"
"I am not lying to you, I swear." Song Cheng’an says solemnly.
Mu Yan’s heart settles slightly and she says, "Then let’s hurry back to Upper City."
"Okay."
On the way, Mu Yan’s heart is hanging in suspense, as she thinks about Mu Chen’s health deteriorating, and the suitable heart not being found yet, she can’t suppress her tears.
The longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becos, yet she can do nothing. No matter how successful she is in her career, in Mu Chen’s matters, she is a failure.
Fans, knowing her schedule in advance, are waiting at the terminal.
Mu Yan has always loved her fans, usually spending half an hour interacting with them upon exiting the airport, but this ti, to save ti, she directly took the special passage.
When she arrives at the hospital, it’s already ten at night, coming out of the elevator, turning a corner, she sees Luo Yao sitting on a bench in the corridor, head drooping, looking dejected.
She walks quickly over, calling out, "Luo Yao."
Luo Yao lifts her head to see Mu Yan, stands up, opens her mouth, looking about to cry.
Mu Yan imdiately runs over and hugs her tightly.
"It’s okay, Mu Chen will get better."
"Mm." Luo Yao chokes up, hugging Mu Yan tightly; God knows how she got through the day, fear engulfing her, pressing her nearly unable to breathe.
Only now, seeing Mu Yan, does she find her anchor.
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