The other person met Mr. Marsh’s gaze, their smile faltering slightly in embarrassment, realizing they had misspoken. Ivan, however, raised the corners of his lips slightly, not appearing to joke or me them. The good mood from the earlier phone call seemed to linger. His eyes focused as he turned over the documents with his distinct fingers, carefully reviewing the data.


    The director standing nearby let out a silent sigh of relief but still didn’t dare to breathe too loudly. He feared there might be an issue with the report, despite having meticulously checked it multiple times. Mr. Marsh’s earlier smile left asting impression; in his eleven years at thepany, he had rarely seen him smile so genuinely-a true expression of inner happiness.


    On set.


    In the vi’s garden, the grass was lush and green, and a cool breeze blew gently. The crew was creating artificial rain within a small area, and the effect was quite good thanks to professional equipment. ording to the script, it was supposed to be a moderate rain.


    All staff were ready, and the director had already called for action. Summer stood in the yard, her umbre swaying wildly in the wind, barely holding off the heavy rain. This scene had elements of tragic romance. The background was that the two had been separated for nearly a month due to a misunderstanding and were on the brink of breaking up, both feeling conflicted inside.


    Both characters were stubborn by nature, so they hadn’t rified things yet, deepening the misunderstanding. However, deep down, they loved each other deeply and firmly believed in one another. The rain showed no signs of stopping.


    The camera moved from a distance to close-up as Tristan, dressed in a ck trench coat and holding arge ck umbre, walked out of the vi towards the girl standing in the rain. Seeing his figure, Summer no longer felt cold or overwhelmed by the rain.


    She gripped her umbre tightly and seemed stunned as she looked through the heavy rain at that familiar figure… She felt inexplicably nervous as memories pulled her back ten years to a special afternoon.


    Her ssmates had yed a prank by taking her study materials, causing her to be punished by standing on the yground when it suddenly started raining. Spencer ran towards her with arge ck umbre…


    She refused to return to ss, so Spencer held the umbre for her to prevent her from catching a cold.


    At this moment, Spencer didn’t think of himself as Tristan; he walked towards her with firm steps under therge ck umbre. Their gazes remained locked on each other through the heavy rain, trying to see each other’s faces as clearly as possible.


    Close-up and long shots captured their subtle expressions clearly. The director watching from under a tent was very satisfied. Spencer stopped in front of Summer and let go of his grip slightly so that therge ck umbre fell to the ground on his left side.


    Raindrops mercilessly drenched him quickly soaking his hair. Summer’s chest tightened slightly as she saw deep emotions in his eyes-emotions not required by the script buting from within him-so profound and uncontroble.


    The next second, her umbre slipped from her hand too, and she was soon soaked by the rain! They stood facing each other amidst wind and rain.


    Soon after, Spencer reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her impulsively… This kiss had been suppressed for far too long…! It was an outpouring of his inner feelings!


    Taking this opportunity, he kissed her passionately and fervently! He held her tightly in his arms as if trying to merge her into his blood.Original from N?velDrama.Org.


    No matter how heavy the rain fell, nothing could separate them…