The bedroom was wrapped in a gentle hush, the afternoon light now softened into a warm, amber glow that filtered through the sheer curtains. It casts long, peaceful shadows across the floor and over the two beds, turning the space into a quiet sanctuary away from the noise and cameras outside.
The air carried the faint, comforting scent of the villa's wooden furniture mixed with the subtle floral notes from Mo Xingxue's belongings.
Su Wanyan felt her heart tighten painfully at Mo Xingxue's broken words. "I'm scared, Yanyan. I'm so scared." The actress's voice trembled, raw and fragile, like thin glass on the verge of shattering.
