Reporters who threw down and looked at each other.

Seeing this scene, both the audience and the people watching the live broadcast are puzzled.

And Shu Cheng left without saying a word and didn't give any response, which seems to many people to be a very impolite behavior.

"What!! Shu Cheng left like this? We've been flying all day, specially from abroad!!!"

"Yes! It's irresponsible to leave like this! Is this playing a big card?"

"I think it's not just playing big cards. Looking at Shu Cheng today, I feel very nervous throughout the whole process. It seems that I'm afraid of doing something wrong. There's a feeling that I'm empty and afraid of being found!"

"Yes, I feel the same way! Today, in addition to the ordinary opening remarks, Shu Cheng was also very strange when answering media questions. He felt like he couldn't answer anything!"

……

Fans from all over the world who are still watching the live broadcast on the Internet are stunned when they see Shu Cheng leaving rashly.

I didn't understand the situation at all.

[why did the male god leave like this? He's not feeling well? What's the situation?!]

[it seems that the male God couldn't answer anything during the interview with those reporters just now. She designed the island herself. Even if she is uncomfortable, she should say a word casually. It's strange that she can't answer a word!!]

Yes, the same attitude when asked about gone with the wind

……

Shu Cheng didn't look at her mobile phone and didn't listen to the on-site discussion. She knew how much suspicion and doubt those messages should be.

She wrapped her arms around her, her whole body buried in her knees and huddled together.

In the dark corner, light and darkness alternate.

Rong Junyi looked at Shu Cheng painfully and wanted to share the general pain with her.

A few days after that, Shu Cheng shut up and didn't say a word.

Sometimes I even lean on the sofa and pour bottles of wine into my mouth, regardless of the consequences.

She sat on the ground drunk, surrounded by scattered wine bottles and gurgling liquid full of alcohol.

The ground was in a mess.

What is more messy than this is Shu Cheng's heart.

She tried to pick up pieces and put them together to restore her memory in her mind, but it was still useless.

"Ah! I can't do anything now! I can't sing! I can't act! I can't sing! I'm a loser!" Shu Cheng hugged her head in pain and cried with tears running down her cheeks.

Pattering, one tear mark after another fainted on the floor.

She gasped, and her heart ached, making it difficult to breathe.

Whenever this time, Rong Jun would rush forward with the fastest speed, hold Shu Cheng and give her the warmest hug.

His chin rested on Shucheng's black hair and gently comforted: "it's okay, it's okay, no matter what happens, everything has me."

"Trust me." the man's voice was low and sounded in Shucheng's ear. Even if he couldn't sing, act or write, so what? He didn't care.

As long as his child gets better, nothing else matters.

……

These days, for Shu Cheng, it's like the end. The sky is gray, the vegetation is gray, and even the air smells of gunsmoke.