The next day
An oblivious Jiaqi returned to the company dormitory to grab some belongings.
The general election was approaching, and this period was incredibly busy.
The dormitory was unusually quiet, as many people had likely gone to the small theater for practice.
He walked into his room and was about to throw down his backpack when a voice suddenly called out, "Is that you, Jiaqi?"
It was Yu Qingjia's voice.
Jiaqi looked up and saw the latter walking out of the bathroom in her pajamas.
Her damp hair was wrapped in a towel, and she still carried the faint scent of milk, likely having just finished a bath.
"Qingjia, you've wrapped up your filming?" An overjoyed Jiaqi immediately hugged her, though a hint of melancholy flickered through his eyes moments later.
"Yes, it's done!" Yu Qingjia smiled warmly. She had already noticed that trace of sadness in Jiaqi's expression.
"Jiaqi, don't be too discouraged. There will be opportunities for the next project."
