His usually calm eyes were now filled with ripples of emotion. He gazed at the girl on the screen, his gaze distant, as if separated by a million years, his suppressed emotions woven with pain.
The next mont, a voice interrupted Jackie’s thoughts.
"It’s late, why is there still soone sleeping in the dormitory? I’ll go wake her up." The man finished and was about to find a female staff mber to wake Hannah up.
After all, everyone was practicing, and her being asleep was a bit too striking.
Who knew before he could even issue the instruction, Jackie had already stood up, his eyes returning to their usual calmness, "I will go wake her up."
The producer was a bit surprised, but since Jackie had volunteered, he didn’t refuse, "Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Qualls."
It seed as though he recalled sothing, and quickly assured him, "We will not cut this part into the video, you can rest assured."
Even though they sought to create controversial points, they wouldn’t exploit soone like Jackie, who has tens of millions of fans.
Otherwise, they might be completely besieged by his fans.
Hearing this, Jackie gave a slight nod, his voice tranquil, "I appreciate it."
The producer quickly responded with a laugh, "Not at all, soone please show the way."
The entire building had been booked by the production team, and they had even given it a complete makeover. Almost everything was colored in pink, which looked particularly delicate and dreamy through the cara lens.
The lower floors were the girls’ dormitories, and the upper floors were various practice rooms. The production team had arranged vocal and dance teachers beforehand, and at this ti, everyone else was practicing upstairs.
The sound of rhythmic music could faintly be heard.
Jackie walked to the door and stopped abruptly at the sight of the pink wooden door,
Images flooded his mind, shattered fragnts from the past that he still rembered quite clearly.
He rembered her tears, rembered the despair in her eyes, as if an entire starry sky shattered, filled with the initial chill and bleakness of winter.
And he, at that ti?
He was just standing to the side, watching indifferently.
Recalling it now, he only felt that his past self was both pathetic and ridiculous. Little did he know that one day all these would befall him, and he would fall from his height, with those who he sincerely treated in the past growing indifferent towards him.
Entangled in his sickbed till death, the last image that erged before his eyes was still her.
If he had never... Would they have...
Hannah.
These two silent words were akin to a burning embroidery needle, each stroke etched into his heart. A mark to last his entire life and even persist through hundreds of reincarnations.
Becoming his final obsession.
"Mr. Qualls, aren’t you going in?" A staff mber cautiously ca up and asked, preparing to reach out and open the door for Jackie.
However, he suddenly spoke. His voice, as always, was like a cold spring, refreshing and clear, but also held a slight distance, "No need, I’ll go in myself."
The staff mber was stunned, "This... Isn’t that inappropriate?"
After all, this is a girls’ dormitory.
Jackie glanced at him; his deep black eyes were still calm. His face carried the elegance of a noble prince, leaving no room for one to doubt his words, "We are recording a show; there are caras in the room."
The implication was that he would not do anything inappropriate.
The staff mber didn’t dare to say anything more.
Jackie pushed the door and went in alone. He didn’t close the door. The staff mber peered in after him.
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