The day's filming was finally over, and Bei Yichen felt more tired than ever.

His steps are heavy, as if he is fighting against the gravitational pull of the earth with every step.

Back at the hotel, he gently pushed open the door of his room, and a breath of silence came over him.

He walked slowly to the bed, his body slumped on the bed as if he had been drained of strength.

The light in the room shines on the head of the bed through the half-covered curtains, giving the whole space a soft warm yellow.

Bei Yichen closed his eyes, and the pictures taken today appeared in his mind, those laughter, sweat, and perseverance all turned into vivid pictures.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, which was the expectation of tomorrow's shooting, and it was also an affirmation of his unremitting efforts.

At this moment, he just wants to immerse himself in the tranquility brought by this exhaustion, so that his body and mind can be completely relaxed.

He shifted slightly, trying to adjust to a more comfortable position.

However, every joint of his body reminded him that exhaustion and injury coexisted.

He involuntarily let out a soft "hiss" sound, which was the body's resistance to overwork.

He felt pain in every muscle in his body, as if countless thin needles were gently piercing.

But it was this pain that made him truly feel his existence, and every breath and heartbeat was particularly vivid in this pain.

He closed his eyes and let the pain be his companion in the moment, exhaustion and pain intertwined.

Bei Yichen tried to sit up from the bed, and every movement was accompanied by a burst of muscle soreness.

He walked slowly to the bathroom, reached out and took off his clothes, and gently placed them on the chair next to him.

The scars on his body in the mirror are particularly glaring.

Those scars are the marks left by Hanging Weiya, and the red marks are intertwined on the skin, as if telling the hardships and difficulties in the filming process.

He stared at himself in the mirror, and the scars seemed to silently tell of his persistence and tenacity.

At this moment, the exhaustion and pain seemed to be insignificant.

He tentatively reached out and touched the scar, his brow furrowed.

Those scars seem to remind him of the hardships of shooting.

Then, the ointment that Liu Ziyan had given him during the day came to his mind.

He gently picked up the ointment, opened the lid of the ointment, and a faint fragrance came to his nose.

Bei Yichen endured to rinse his body, and then began to apply ointment to himself in the mirror.

He applied it carefully, the cooling sensation of the ointment relieving his tiredness a little.

He gently massaged the scars, as if soothing them in his own way.

After applying the ointment, he gently leaned against the wall of the bathroom and closed his eyes.

At that moment, it was as if the exhaustion and pain were isolated from this small space.

Bei Yichen thought that he still needed to continue filming the scene of Jiao Weiya tomorrow, and couldn't help but feel a little big.

He knew very well that those scars were just the beginning, and the subsequent filming process would be even more difficult.

He tried to imagine the scene of Hanging Weiya, as if he had seen his figure flying in the air.

However, instead of excitement, the image brought heavy pressure.

He knows that every take-off and landing takes a lot of effort and courage.

The pain and exhaustion seemed to have begun to spread in his heart.

He took a deep breath, trying to get that stress and exhaustion into his lungs and turn it into motivation for tomorrow.

He slowly walked out of the bathroom and back to bed.

"Okay, it's better to get a good night's sleep, otherwise you won't have the energy tomorrow."

Bei Yichen said to himself.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw an unread message.

While washing, he opened the message and saw that it was sent by Nanxixi.

[Husband, I'm going to join the group in two days, and I'm looking forward to it. 】

Bei Yichen saw this information and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed her.

"Wife, you're going to join the group the day after tomorrow, right?" Bei Yichen's tone was full of concern.

"yes, husband, how do you know?" Nanxi Creek was a little surprised.

"I just saw the message you sent me. Still, I'd like to hear you tell me personally. Bei Yichen responded gently.

"Well, I'm going to report the morning after tomorrow. is a costume drama. Nan Xixi explained.

"Costume drama, where is it filmed, remember to take care of yourself." There was a slight hint of worry in Bei Yichen's tone.

"Don't worry, husband. I'll take care of myself. Nanxi Xi smiled softly.

On both ends of the phone, the voices of the two were intertwined, as if forming a warm picture.

Although they are in different places, their hearts are closely connected.

After Bei Yichen hung up the phone, he didn't think much about it, so he changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

He wears a black casual suit with a pair of dark jeans and a pair of leather martin boots on his feet.

The moment he walked out of the room, the warm sunlight poured all over his body, and he couldn't help but feel a little comfortable.

He gently closed the door and headed for the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and he stepped inside.

When he walked into the hotel lobby, he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him.

A number of people are busy checking in, suitcases are piled up in the corner, and pedestrians are coming and going.

He couldn't help but think that with so much business in the early morning, this hotel business was so good.

At the circular reception desk in the center of the lobby, several uniformed staff members are busy answering the phone, tapping on the keyboard in their hands.

The lighting in the lobby is soft and warm, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

The sunlight outside the window shines on the ground through the translucent curtains, creating dappled light and shadow.

Throughout the lobby, the sounds of people's conversations, phone ringing, and keyboard tapping are intertwined to form a busy and orderly symphony.

Bei Yichen wore sunglasses, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked straight towards the gate.

His steps were firm and powerful, and he could already see the black RV parked in front of the door, and the driver was standing next to the car waiting for his arrival.

He quickened his pace and walked more forcefully.

He felt the warmth of the sun and smelled the fresh morning air.

He walked to the car, the driver opened the door, and he sat inside.

At that moment, he felt more relaxed and free than he had ever felt before.

He took off his sunglasses and took a deep breath, as if to inhale the whole world into his lungs.

He smiled and told himself in his heart that a new day was about to start again, and he was going to start his own challenges again.

Bei Yichen put his sunglasses aside, and when he was about to take out his mobile phone, he found that the car had been parked and had not moved.