But he didn’t imagine that just a few words from him could resolve Yu Zhiyang’s heartache.

There’s still time ahead.

Take it slow.

After finishing dinner, Song Chi asked Yu Zhiyang, "What do you want to do next? Rest, or arrange for you to take some classes?"

Yu Zhiyang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can I follow you to the film set and watch you act?"

Song Chi was quite surprised by Yu Zhiyang’s answer.

This answer wasn’t anything Song Chi had anticipated.

"Sure." Song Chi agreed readily after a brief thought.

Yu Zhiyang said, "Thank you."

Yu Zhiyang was truly silent, a kind of silence that was almost stingy with words, rarely speaking proactively.

But it was clear he wasn’t autistic—from his demeanor, this wasn’t the case.

Song Chi said, "But I’ve been shooting scenes in the water these days, maybe there’s not much to see."

Yu Zhiyang said, "It’s okay."

Song Chi didn’t say anything more.

...

Zhou Yun landed in Canberra during the local afternoon.

She saw a magnificent sunset hanging in the vast sky.

As if the endless horizon unfolded infinitely in the edge of the sunset’s glow.

A few people went to get their luggage together, met with the person who came to pick them up, and got into the car.

The person who came to pick them up called himself Fan Wenji, a local Chinese, very tan but quite spry, with bright eyes like freshly washed.

He was also very enthusiastic and proactive, introducing the area to Zhou Yun and her companions along the way.

Zhou Yun asked him when he came to Australia.

Fan Wenji said he came here for university and then stayed, never going back.

"Have you immigrated here?" Zhou Yun asked.

Fan Wenji, "No way, as soon as I earn enough money here, I’m planning to go back."

Zhou Yun was curious about what kind of work he does here but hesitated to ask.

If Fan Wenji has a decent job, he probably wouldn’t work as a local guide, right?

But then again, many international students or those looking to earn some extra cash often use their spare time to take on such jobs.

Shuttle services pay well.

"I recently even chauffeured Director Wen Bing, he visited some locations, you guys are here to film a movie, right?" Fan Wenji asked.

Zhou Yun nodded, "Yes."

"I envy you guys. When I was young, I wanted to be an actor too, but unfortunately, I’m too ugly," he said.

"No way, you look quite handsome," Zhou Yun replied.

Zhou Yun wasn’t just being polite; she genuinely liked Fan Wenji’s looks—jovial, lean, and despite the tan, he seemed clean.

Fan Wenji didn’t take it seriously, just laughed.

"Being an actor definitely wasn’t the right fit."

At the hotel, Fan Wenji helped them unload their luggage.

Zhou Yun thanked him.

Fan Wenji asked, "Miss Zhou, could I ask you for an autograph? My girlfriend is a fan of yours, she really likes you."

Zhou Yun nodded, "No problem, where should I sign?"

Fan Wenji took out a rolled-up poster from the car, opened it, and said, "This is a poster of ’Life’, I’d like you to sign this, is that okay?"

"Sure, what’s your girlfriend’s name?"

"Feifei," Fan Wenji replied, "like in Fang Fei."

Zhou Yun smiled and nodded, then wrote a message on the poster: To dear Feifei, thank you and your boyfriend for making my first two hours in Australia a wonderful journey.

Sincerely, Zhou Yun.

Fan Wenji was surprised by the thoughtful note Zhou Yun wrote with her autograph.

He hadn’t expected Zhou Yun to write such an earnest message.

He was pleasantly surprised.

"Thank you, Miss Zhou."

Zhou Yun curiously asked, "By the way, Mr. Fan, any nearby restaurants you recommend?"

Fan Wenji nodded, "Sure, Miss Zhou, what do you feel like eating?"

Zhou Yun said, "Anything really, but I’m looking for something unique to here, something authentic."

Fan Wenji said, "I’ll make a list and send it to your assistant later."

"That would be great, thank you," Zhou Yun said.

Zhou Yun bid farewell to Fan Wenji and went to check into the hotel.

Wen Bing and the film’s producer, Zeng Yeng, were waiting for her in the hotel lobby.

"Hi, Xiao Yun, after such a long flight, are you tired?" Zeng Yeng warmly embraced Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun nodded, "A bit, Sister Yeng, when did you guys arrive?"

"Director Wen and I arrived three days ago, the weather is quite pleasant here," Zeng Yeng said, "We’ve been waiting for you."