Shen Jingwei sat on the bed, hugging his legs to his chest and resting his head atop his knees.
Dark clouds hung above his head, painting him into the very picture of gloom.
As he locked himself up in his hotel room, people kept coming to check up on him.
Zhu Dongyi was kind enough to intercept them, allowing Shen Jingwei some respite from explaining himself.
His phone kept ringing with messages, phone calls, and notifications.
At one point, he decided to turn it completely off and toss it aside.
He did not want to talk to anyone.
He just wanted to be alone.
Two days had already passed since his breakdown on the set.
He had pulled himself together almost immediately, demanding a re-take.
"I can do it," he said despite his tear-streaked face. "I can do it, please let me do it."
They let him, but he failed every time.