And Everett Cao is the eight-character mantra that tightly hangs over his head. It is irreplaceable and unavoidable, but it is destined to not always exist.
The air conditioner in the studio is fully turned on, and the space is wide. A stream of cool air rushes to the body. Logically speaking, the body feels much cooler than in the dressing room.
But Blaine Xia was getting hotter and hotter, and his palms were sweating and so slippery that he could hardly hold the camera. He breathed quickly, and withdrew his gaze from the viewfinder, moving away from Everett Cao --- stay away from rare people and highlight moments, so as not to worry about gains and losses like a fool.
"Which one is beautiful and holy, who can be ecstatic by love and is the most loyal."
After closing his eyes forcefully, Blaine Xia looked up and saw the bright moonlight, the cold light squeezing his eyeballs. His eyebrows couldn't help but frown. Sweat condensed here and flowed into his eyes like tears hanging upside down. The stinging pain came unexpectedly.
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