"Ready for the live shoot—"
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Action."
...
"Lady He, where are you off to?"
Zhou Yun stood at the doorway, watching Su Yan packing inside the room, already guessing her intentions, yet her face remained tranquil, without a ripple of disturbance.
Su Yan paused her movements briefly, and for a second, it seemed as though she hesitated to continue packing but eventually put her belongings down, turned around, and met Zhou Yun's gaze.
Su Yan's eyes seemed to hold a knife.
Not particularly sharp, but with a piercing edge nonetheless.
"Why bother asking when you already know, Ms. Lew? I can go anywhere I want, I just don't wish to stay here."
Zhou Yun offered a slight smile, but her eyes were devoid of genuine mirth.
She crossed the threshold into the room, yet did not move any further in, standing at the door, she said, "This is the only safe place for you. No one knows you are here, no one recognizes you."
