Duanmu Huai couldn't be bothered with other matters.
But filming was indeed quite tiring.
Maybe I should retire after a few more years.
Early that morning, after finishing shooting, Duanmu Huai dragged his exhausted body, carrying a suitcase, walking towards home. His body was gradually growing, and some directors had suggested broadening his acting range. Although horror movies were fine, people always wanted more ways to earn money, ultimately wanting to profit from fame, just like Arima Kaname. Simply acting wasn't enough; one needed other paths to monetize fame.
A director had even proposed a plan for shooting a youth idol romance film when he grew up, which left Duanmu Huai speechless.
He didn't want to act in romance films with men; the mere thought of it gave him goosebumps.
But if it were to play a psychopathic killer, he would gladly kill off all those pretty boys.
All the handsome ones must die.
"Hua... hmm?"
