The next morning a young man with a face that was fresher than before was escorted by his assistant to return to his apartment with a feeling that for a moment was still a shadow of an unwanted incident happening beyond his control.
His eyes looked wistful, and his whole body still felt limp.
All those incredible memories seemed like a tape that was continuously rotating in his brain.
The image of him shooting and finally being brushed aside by a young man who, in the end, the young man was still affected by the shot. Even the sound of sobbing screams from his co-star was also recorded in his head.
"Oh, what should I do?" The young man's mind was depressed.
He never wanted something like that to happen, never even thought that the execution of the production could be careless like that.
The young man slowly started staring at his right hand and imagined things that were even more extreme.
What if the young man doesn't come?
