The door is not shut.
Lumi sat on the balcony rocking chair, holding her favourite half-height big teddy bear in her arms. On
the table next to her was a computer and a cellphone.
The computer stock market has been soaring all the way, which is very objective.
Kirsi paused; she was familiar with Lumi’s habits.
When I’m in a bad mood, I like to look at the stock market because it shows that money is still flowing in.
It’s also a coincidence that whenever she’s in a bad mood, the stock market must be doing well. But now
it’s her dearest sister who makes her feel bad.
Kirsi walked over with a heavy heart, step by step.
Lumi shifted her gaze to the side and noticed her: “Do you no longer need to film?”
The tone suggested that nothing significant had occurred.
Kirsi paused before responding, “I asked for leave. I wanted to come here yesterday, but the scene was
not filmed, so I couldn’t leave…”
This matter was also surprising to her.
Kirsi, who has always been one, was unable to enter the state for an extended period of time while
filming.
Even the director was taken aback, and the people next to her were constantly watching the fun, which
was nothing more than a mockery of her work ethic.
It was the first time she had lost her cool. But she couldn’t stop herself.
The scene was shot until 3:00 a.m. and lasted only a few minutes.
She couldn’t come over at the time, so she had to squint in the car for a while.
I saw what Lumi had posted on the Internet early the next morning, and it was already in full swing.
Kirsi felt the burning sensation of slaps falling on her face despite the fact that she was not mentioned in
a single word.
Lumi never rubbed her eyes with sand. She refused to listen to an explanation. Perhaps she knew,
without explanation, that nothing could change.
Lumi only smiled softly when she heard it: “You’ve always been so committed; it appears that nothing is
more important than your filming.”
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