Song Chi's hair has grown a bit longer and is untrimmed, pressed under a duckbill cap.
"I'm so exhausted." Zhou Yun rested her head on Song Chi's shoulder, "And I miss you a lot."
Song Chi wrapped his left arm around Zhou Yun's back, glanced around at the onlookers, smiled, and whispered, "You're hugging me and acting all spoiled like this, with so many people watching. I don't mind, but you're shy, are you sure—"
Before Song Chi could finish, Zhou Yun suddenly pulled away from his embrace like popping a cork from a bottle.
Her eyes wide, she forced a calm expression and looked at Song Chi, saying, "You could have mentioned that sooner!"
"I didn't have a chance to say it earlier," Song Chi replied helplessly with a smile. "Come on, let's go, it's just in time for the final rehearsal."
Without even trying on her performance outfit, Zhou Yun went directly with Song Chi to the backstage area.
The director was overseeing the final rehearsal of another act.
