[MISSION SUCCESS. MOVED 39 INDIVIDUALS TO TEARS.]
Thirty-nine?
That wasn't even the number of contestants.
He turned his head slightly, gaze sweeping across the room.
There were staff members—camera operators, lighting crew, producers, and even interns—all dabbing their eyes, turning away, or biting their lips to keep from sobbing.
Some were full-on red-nosed, nose-blowing, trembling messes.
Zeno slowly raised a brow. He hadn't expected that. He knew the story had a kick, sure.
But, to move this many people to tears…
Was his writing really that good?
He let out a small breath through his nose and shook his head faintly. He was good at a lot of things—writing, improvising, manipulation, pretending to care when he didn't (most of the time)—but apparently, Zeno in his feels was far more dangerous.
His eyes eventually landed on Risa, and he shook his head.
She was crying again, even harder than before.
