"Director Lu, I really appreciate your care over these past days, but we are impossible."
"Jiaqi, as long as you decide to leave Zhang Yuzhe, I have a way. I'm even willing to raise your child."
"Director Lu, I'm not a good woman. For resources, I sold myself to Zhang Yuzhe."
Lu Hai looked at her; he was just a reserved man not good at expressing love and emotions.
Yet, his films could immerse the audience in intense empathy.
At this moment, he seemed like the male protagonist in his own movie.
"It doesn't matter. I don't care. To love is to abandon the past and start fresh."
"Jiaqi, do you know that from the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you?"
"Every night when I return to my room, I smoke and think of you. I've painted so many beautiful pictures of you,"
Lu Hai's voice carried suppressed pain and a burning intensity.
He wanted to immediately possess this girl who haunted his soul, making him feel an inexplicable guilt.
