Chapter 31: He Remembers Me, Doesn't He?
The camera cut, and the director's excited voice echoed across the set.
"That was brilliant! Lin Chaoxi, your eyes in that last take… perfection."
Chaoxi smiled politely, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but her mind was miles away.
Across the studio, she caught a glimpse of Shen Muyan standing near the monitors, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her. His gaze wasn't cold anymore—it was studying, almost familiar.
She turned away quickly.
System Warning: [You are deviating from the original storyline. Please correct your behavior immediately.]
"Shut up," she whispered under her breath, turning off the system interface.
As she walked to her makeup chair, a deep voice stopped her.
"Lin Chaoxi."
She turned, heart skipping.
Shen Muyan stood there, holding a bottle of water, his eyes narrowed as if trying to solve a puzzle.
"Have we met… before your audition?"
Chaoxi's fingers tightened around the script. For a second, her mask slipped, but she forced a small smile.
"We've been on set together for weeks, CEO Shen. That counts, doesn't it?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped closer. Too close.
"No… I meant before this. Years ago."
Her breath caught.
The system's voice was now frantic in her ears.
System Alert: [Identity breach risk: 72%. Recommend immediate memory suppression protocol.]
But it was too late.
Shen Muyan's voice dropped to a whisper.
"You were the girl at the piano in Vienna. Weren't you?"
The world tilted.