"No problem." Lin Wanwan shook her head. "We should be forward-looking. The Luo Han I appreciate isn't a loser who would only remember the past and stay put at a single spot forever. I'll go out first. The director's calling for you."
Luo Han's black eyebrows hung on his pale eyelids, letting show only black irises. He actually looked a little frail.
He had initially worked hard towards that target and swore to suppress Lin Xiao so that he'd be qualified to stand by her side. Without relying on family or depending on anyone, he wanted to have that ability to shelter her from wind and rain.
He had achieved that, but the person who motivated him was no longer around.
Returning to the studio, Lin Wanwan was still feeling depressed. Although she hoped that everyone would remember her, she didn't want to see them in a sorrowful state because of her death.