Sweet Wife in My Arms

Luo Lin could not help but pull up her blankets as she got ready to retire for the night. Just as she was about to lie down, Yan Huan's phone rang by her side of the bed.

Luo Lin walked over to her phone as he saw Lu Yi's number clearly displayed on the screen. Yan Huan was exhausted; she showed no signs of waking up, although her phone was clearly ringing loudly.

Luo Lin took hold of Yan Huan's phone and put it to her ear.

"She has fallen asleep." Luo Lin looked over at Yan Huan, who was deep in her slumber, "She's too tired."

"Alright, let her rest properly then," Lu Yi did not overthink about it. He placed his journal on the table, fingers continued dancing on the keyboards, lost in his thoughts.

After hanging up, he returned his hands to the keyboard once again. The silence in the room commenced as only the sound of his fingers typing the keyboard resonated throughout the room.

"You're so lucky," Luo Lin was forbidden to pinch Yan Huan's cheeks, hence she tugged at Yan Huan's hair ever so slightly. "Tell me, how did you manage to find such a decent husband?"

There was obviously no reply from Yuan Huan's side, as she was sleeping like a log. A soft snore could be heard coming from her, telling the world how drained she was.

The next day, everyone's zest gradually returned. Although some still did not have enough sleep, they would be fully rested by the time the team reached the Movie City.

As of now, they no longer felt the harsh winter where the snow rained mercilessly, but instead the warmth of blooming flowers.

The gentle sunlight was an invitation to dreamland, as the warmth dwelled on the comfort of sleep.

Yan Huan took hold of her phone as she fell in love with the light outside the car that fell onto her. It was warm and comforting, and she was like a lazy cat; idly lounging on her seat as she squinted at her phone.

"I'm going to Movie City now." She sent Lu Yi a message.

"Remember to take your meals on time," Lu Yi responded swiftly.

"You too." Yan Huan's fingers danced promptly on the keyboard. The reason that she typed so fast nowadays was due to Lu Yi, she thought to herself.

"Drink your milk every day."

"I know."

"Gobble up my portion of the milk too."

"Okay."

"Eat up my portion of every meal as well."

"Alright."

She felt that she had more things to say, especially after Lu Yi came into the picture, she practically became a talkaholic. She should have known, she would harp even more just like him. Did it mean that age had started to take its toll on her?

Yan Huan tried to feel the frostbite on her face. It did not hurt anymore, but the itch was getting uncontrollable. She tried to control herself from scratching, but sometimes she really could not help it.

A slap resounded, and Luo Lin's hand slapped hers down.

"Do you want to be disfigured?" Luo Lin glared at Yan Huan's hand, contemplating if she should tie them up or chop it off; for it was obvious that her face was more important.

It's not that I want to touch it.

Yan Huan pinched her fingers ever so slightly. She could not do anything about the frostbite on her face, hence she could only pass the addiction by playing with her fingers. They were the victims of frostbite as well, just like her face; they itched the moment the weather changed.

What she was worried about was whether the frost would recur next year?

The elders would say, 'After you've suffered from frostbite, it would recur the years ahead.' If that was the case, she'd rather stay at home.

They were on the road for almost three days; and when they reached Movie City, it was still the same house that they had rented. Hence, when they walked in, there was a welcome sense of familiarity.

Of course, there was a sense of familiarity.

Yan Huan had stayed in the house for almost a year; but if you added up the time spent for the two drama series, then it would have exceeded the one year frame.

The room she was staying in was still her previous room - nothing had changed. Perhaps they had specially arranged this room for her.

She walked right in. Just as she sat down, Ye Shuyun came over.

"How was it? Has the filming ended?" Ye Shuyun came over the moment she heard that they had returned.

"Yes, it's over." Yan Huan smiled in relief. Ye Shuyun was immediately stunned the moment she saw Yan Huan's face. "What happened to your face?!"

"Frostbite," Yan Huan responded while hiding her face; she was ashamed to meet with others.

"Then, it's alright." Ye Shuyun heaved a sigh of relief the moment she heard Yan Huan's reason. "I'll look for some dried eggplant branches and cook up a remedy for you; just apply onto your face and it'll be fine."

"Thanks 'mom'," Yan Huan said sweetly.

"Don't mention it. We're a family, and in a family, we don't keep track of all the mannerisms." Ye Shuyun ruffled Yan Huan's hair affectionately. She was in a good mood, for she could sit down to converse about all the little ups and downs that happened with the crew. Ye Shuyun was responsible for all the meals of the crew, and as she was always around the actors of the different age group she felt that she had regained her youth.

As for Yan Huan, she felt at ease seeing how well Ye Shuyun was doing. It seemed that Ye Shuyun really needed to take a break every now and then; for the usual frustration that plagued her creases seemed to decrease - even her smile seemed more carefree.

To be honest, it was easy for Yan Huan to understand this kind of feeling.

There are some people whom a person should never meet. The more you know them, the more tired and frustrated you get - just like Qin Xiaoyue and Su Muran. Moreover, Ye Shuyun had no choice but to see Qin Xiaoyue every now and then, especially when Qin Xiaoyue tended to appear purposefully in front of Ye Shuyun; just to ruin Ye Shuyun's mood for the day.

Furthermore, there are some individuals who will make you feel irritated even when you hear their name or when they come to mind; they could stir up such spite and annoyance.

Whereas for Ye Shuyun, she seemed happier now that she was busy with the task of arranging meals and dishes for the crew; she seemed at ease.

Yan Huan could not help but smile. She poured herself a glass of water and contemplated silently.

She rested her elbow on the table, thoughts unbeknown but emotions at ease.

And curious enough, the same crystal crisp radiance appeared in her eyes.

The White Fox crew needed to film a few settings, and the process was quite tedious. As for Movie City, it was only part of the timeline - Yan Huan did not want to film everything in front of the green curtain.

They went around everywhere. It was an arduous process but Yan Huan knew that all the hardships would pay off. Some may not be able to accept and grasp the concept of it, but for Yan Huan, she had lived an extra life compared to the rest; hence, she had a clearer mind about what to expect.

Naturally, she was not one who would give up in the face of hardships.

The next morning, she went on her habitual morning jog. Soon enough, Liang Chen joined her. They seemed to have returned to this time a year before where they filmed Zhu Xiaoye - it was unbelievable how time passed so quickly that they were working together once again.

"After I finish this film, I may not be acting as much anymore," Liang Chen said while jogging.

Yan Huan was not surprised at all.

"Why?" Liang Chen's right eyebrow raised in defiance.

"Don't you have anything to say?"