The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1548 - 1560: A Game, a Dream (2)

But now, what is this repeated assault of disappointnt, depression, and anger on his soul really for?

No, it’s not Nie Anni!

So then, who exactly is that woman? Who?!

Nie Anni was clearly startled by him. It was a while before she rembered the script and followed up with, "Who, who are you?"

After she asked this, the cara panned down to focus on Yu Zexiao’s face. He was supposed to say, "I am XXX (XXX), the na of the male lead in the MV."

But instead, he shook his head disappointingly, and the whole person seed to be in a dreamlike state, murmuring to himself, "Not her, not her... you’re not her..."

"Cut!" The director stopped, a bit stunned. Until this point, Yu Zexiao’s performance had been impeccable. Except after Nie Anni responded to him, his expression turned strange: "Zexiao, what’s wrong with you?"

Yu Zexiao finally reacted, looked at the director, and said with so disappointnt and depression, "No, nothing."

Paused and then said, "I just forgot my lines."

"Okay, let’s continue from here." Forgetting lines is quite normal; sotis, in the most intense monts, actors tend to get nervous, unable to channel their emotions. Yu Zexiao nodded and sat by the side to rest and adjust, but realized Jian Anning was not there.

He puzzledly looked around, thinking for a mont, he got up and went to the backstage of the Golden Hall. Walking inward, he soon reached the bathroom door.

And Jian Anning was indeed there, cupping a handful of clear water, bent over to wash her face.

She didn’t know why, maybe it was the Golden Hall’s influence on her mory, or perhaps she couldn’t bear to see Yu Zexiao and Nie Anni filming here — she knew that Yu Zexiao chose the music path after listening to Nie Anni’s performance. Although she was confident in her feelings for Yu Zexiao, with so many things intertwined, she only had an illusion of wanting to escape now.

Washing her face was just to calm her emotions. When she snapped back from extre unease, looking up, she saw Yu Zexiao’s face.

In the mirror, his face looked a bit tense, a bit flustered, and seemingly — a bit embarrassed. However, at the mont the two t in the mirror, the tension, fear, and apprehension in each other’s eyes seed to disappear instantly.

In her world, there was only him, and in his world, there was only her.

"Where, where did you run off to?" Yu Zexiao suddenly stepped forward, pulling her into his arms so fiercely, as if trying to crush and blend her into his own body.

Only he knew how much worry, fear, and confusion were contained in his words. Before he t her, his world was a barren desert, and only that fleeting glimpse ten years ago, like a mirage in the desert, attracted him to keep moving forward.

But after he t her, his world seed truly alive! He learned to love, learned to feel, learned to care, learned to be gentle, and all his turmoil, anger, and unease vanished in her soft body!

"Zexiao..." Jian Anning, montarily stunned, soon reached out to embrace him tightly. Two anxious and wandering people found their sole anchor in a chaotic world, gradually calming down...