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Chapter 874: 865: Secret Photography (3)

Chapter 874: Chapter 865: Secret Photography (3)

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside. Bo Yan quickly hung up the phone: “Let’s stop here, I’m going to get the takeout. You should rest early too.”

Takeout, from the sound of it, one could tell it was definitely ordered by Xia Siyu. They, especially Brother Bo, have incredible self-control, and unless compelled by an inescapable dinner party, they’d rarely ever order late-night snacks. Even late at night, not only as celebrities but even for ordinary people, having a midnight snack isn’t good.

It must have been Xia Siyu who ordered it, and after ordering, she even made their Brother Bo run errands, helping her to fetch the takeout.

Ah well, that’s how men are when in love, bustling about before and after. Only after they get married do they act like lords, like storing the weapons after a war and letting the horses graze on the southern mountain, so lazy once married.

Song Fengzhi’s musings were unheard by Bo Yan, who had only returned after picking up the takeout, saying, “Time for a late-night meal.”

Xia Siyu didn’t move at all.

Bo Yan paused, and upon a closer look, found that she had already fallen asleep sprawled out. It was already 2 a.m., and although she hadn’t filmed tonight, the continuous high-intensity shooting these days would understandably make her tired.

Since she was already asleep, he no longer insisted on waking her up to eat before returning to bed; after all, she hadn’t even brushed her teeth or washed her face. Fortunately, she hadn’t worn makeup tonight, otherwise, she might have woken up with smeared makeup tomorrow morning and would have likely gotten angry at him.

Bo Yan set the takeout aside and went to wash up. When he came back, Xia Siyu seemed to have shifted her position but was still frowning, her body slightly curled up.

This posture, in psychology, is a very insecure posture. Such curling up, akin to being in a mother’s womb, signals the individual’s feeling of insecurity about their surroundings or having been startled.

Unable to do much, Bo Yan also knew that, to her, her mother was like a scar. On the surface, it seemed calm and scabbed over, but inside, the flesh was rotting. If one wished to cure the disease thoroughly, they had to harshly break it open, let the wound bleed again, dig out the rotten flesh, and then reapply medicine.

But this process would surely accompany unbearable pain. He wanted to help, but could only watch as Xia Siyu circled within this small loop, like a severely wounded and dying patient. What mattered most was not just treating her wounds but giving her a lifeline, empowering her to grow stronger herself. Abruptly tearing everything open might not lead to wound recovery but could result in the patient’s demise.

Unless she could really grasp the title of ‘Best Actress’ triumphantly, he couldn’t harshly break open that scar and let the pus flow out.

But he believed that day would come. And that it would arrive quite soon.

However, even Bo Yan hadn’t anticipated that the “one day” he envisioned was indeed about to arrive. And when it did, it would be somewhat tragic.

**

He peacefully accompanied Xia Siyu until she awoke at noon, and after lunch, it was time to part ways. Xia Siyu left to continue filming, and he took a plane back. The two also made plans for the upcoming New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, inspired by their successful dating experience this time, and Xia Siyu still wished to join the lively New Year’s Eve fireworks display. Bo Yan naturally agreed.

Last night’s paparazzi, indeed, were thrown off by her disguise, but some people still caught on: “Didn’t Xia Siyu go out last night? Why was her assistant always outside, only returning in the middle of the night?”