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Chapter 635, "Night Owl," is finished! A beautiful woman brings the story to a close.

Facing Chou Tzu-yu's calm yet inquisitive gaze, Minatozaki Sana's heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

That smiling tone and clear eyes made Sana Minatozaki feel even more uneasy than a direct question.

urgent!
We must come up with a new, plausible 'excuse'.

But Sana Minatozaki had already prepared an excuse, and this was the moment for her to put on her acting skills!
Sana Minatozaki looked up, her expression a complex mix of grievance, anxiety, and a little bit of temper.

She seemed to have finally found an outlet, speaking rapidly with a clear sense of accusation.

"Tzuyu!" She even reached out and gently patted Tzuyu's arm with a hint of emotion.

I'm actually afraid you'll mind.

As Sana Minatosaki spoke, her gaze was fixed on Tzuyu's eyes, as if trying to find the emotion she wanted in those clear eyes.

"I... I actually went to see Quan Xuanhe."

She took a deep breath, her tone becoming cautious and somewhat self-defending, "But do you know why I lied to you and said I was with Momo?"

She paused, carefully observing Zhou Ziyu's reaction. Seeing that the other was simply listening quietly with no significant change in expression, she continued.

"It's because I'm afraid that if you find out I went to see him, you'll...you'll get angry."

Sana Minatozaki raised her voice slightly, with a deliberately aggrieved tone, as if she were the one who was misunderstood.

"You saw the look on your face when you said you were going to Gyeonggi Province to find him in the practice room that day... and when you came back too."

She leaned forward, trying to build rapport, softening her voice with the concern of a "close sister."

“You looked so excited and happy… I was thinking, if I go to see her, won’t you think I’m being nosy and tactless?”

"Or...or do you think I have some other feelings for Hyunhyuk oppa?"

She stopped at just the right moment, her face flushing slightly with a hint of unease at being wrongly accused.

Oh dear, she had rehearsed it in her mind so many times!

"How could I possibly have any other thoughts about him?"

Sana Minatozaki emphasized this firmly, her tone becoming more forceful, as if trying to dispel any possible doubts.

This turn of events caused a barely perceptible ripple to cross Chou Tzu-yu's clear eyes.

Chou Tzu-yu opened her mouth, looking somewhat bewildered.

How did you manage to say so much all at once?

Sana Minatozaki caught this subtle reaction and immediately continued speaking as if grasping at a straw, her pace quickening to sound genuine and urgent.

"Really! Tzuyu, have you forgotten? Wasn't my endorsement introduced by him? I went to him to discuss business matters."

She looked into Tzuyu's eyes, trying to conceal her true intentions.

Sana Minatosaki's voice grew softer and softer, carrying a hint of cautious probing as she carefully observed Tzuyu's expression.

"Tzuyu, can you understand what unnie is like?"

The air in the living room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Chou Tzu-yu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a soft shadow on her fair cheeks.

Her face showed no intense emotions; she remained quiet and docile. But Sana Minatozaki knew that her clear eyes held a depth of insight far beyond what appeared on the surface.

Finally, Chou Tzu-yu nodded gently, her voice as soft as if brushing against a feather: "Hmm... I see."

Sana Minatozaki secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Chou Tzu-yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

She took a small step forward, reached out and gently took Minatozaki Sana's hand, her voice warm and comforting.

"Unnie, I believe in you."

"Really, there's no need to worry so much. I don't mind at all. It's not worth getting hung up on such a small thing."

"Go ahead and do your thing, I won't overthink it."

Chou Tzu-yu's words were filled with sincere comfort, like a gentle breeze.

Sana Minatozaki's tense nerves instantly relaxed. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart, and a relieved smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

She had prepared more arguments, but under Zhou Ziyu's gentle touch and affirmation, she felt a warm current surge into her heart and nodded hastily.

I was almost moved to tears; this put my mind at ease.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"Thank you, Tzuyu... I knew you would understand."

Right now, she really had tears in her eyes.

The minor incident seems to have been temporarily suppressed.

Kwon Heon-hyuk's "Night Owl" is about to wrap up filming!

After a five-month-long dragging-out, filming for "Night Owl" has finally wrapped.

Gyeonggi Province, Yongin Film Studio. When Kwon Heonhyuk stepped into the set for the last day of filming, a sense of stagnation, unlike the usual bustling atmosphere, filled the air.

After five months of work, "Night Owl" has finally come to an end.

He changed into a magnificent yet understated doctor's robe—no longer the blind physician Qian Jingxiu who wore coarse linen clothes and walked the streets.

The fabric was the finest silk, a deep indigo blue, with silver thread patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

The signs of hardship on his face were deliberately downplayed, replaced by a calm and composed demeanor befitting someone long accustomed to a high position. But beneath that calm lay a heart filled with hatred forged over countless days and nights.

The makeup artist checked his makeup one last time. Quan Xuanhe closed his eyes and let the makeup brush sweep over him. His mind was filled with the whole process of "Qian Jingxiu" from righteous indignation to despair, to lying low and enduring, and finally returning to the palace as a folk doctor.

This scene is the final act.

The movie "Night Owl" certainly can't leave the audience feeling frustrated in the end; it ultimately has to cater to commercial interests.

In the end, he was not executed by the soldiers for revealing the truth in public, but was secretly released.

After changing his appearance, he traveled around practicing medicine in the countryside, and his reputation as a miracle doctor gradually spread. A few years later, the ailing king heard of his reputation and summoned him to the palace.

It turned out to be him, but life had already been choked, and he ended his own life.

The film ends here.

The camera begins filming, bringing us to the final scene.

"The divine healer...where is the divine healer?" The king's voice was hoarse and weak, carrying the remaining commanding tone of a superior.

The eunuchs fell silent, all turning their gazes toward the entrance to the main hall.

The heavy door slowly opened, and a tall and composed figure stepped into the hall, his steps silent, as if treading on invisible ripples. It was none other than "Divine Physician Cui".

The king's cloudy eyes stared intently at the newcomer, his expression a complex mix of last hope and fear.

He recognized him!
At this moment, he bowed slightly, his manners impeccable, his respect bordering on humility.

He raised his head, his face bearing a carefully crafted expression of pity and subservience.

It's him! That damned ant who should have been rotting in a mass grave long ago! How could it be?!
The king's withered neck tensed, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, as if he wanted to roar and order his guards to hack the assassin to pieces!

Apart from the rattling sounds of phlegm escaping his throat, his body was like a sealed puppet, unable to lift even a finger.

That look of utter shock and rage was the only weapon he could use to express himself, fixed on the face of the so-called miracle doctor, as if trying to burn it through.

He calmly met the gaze filled with resentment and fear, his eyes serene and unfathomable, swallowing the other's silent roar.

"Your Majesty, you have been ill for a long time, your qi and blood are depleted, and the evil wind has penetrated your bones." He spoke, his voice as calm as a clear spring, the composure that a renowned master healer always possessed.

Upon reaching the bedside, the ornate medicine chest was carefully taken and opened by a palace attendant.

Quan Xuanhe ignored the medicine box and reached his long fingers deep into his wide sleeve pocket, touching the cold needle case.

He picked up a gold needle as thin as a cow's hair with his fingertips, the tip of which gleamed with a dim, muted light in the candlelight. His movements were unhurried, carefully wiping it with a silk handkerchief, meticulously polishing every inch, embodying the doctor's focused dedication to the very core of his being.

He leaned closer to the couch, and the strong smell of medicine mixed with the decaying scent of an old man nearing his end wafted towards him.

In the king's cloudy pupils, his face, which was looking down at him, was clearly reflected—calm, focused, without the slightest ripple, and even revealing a trace of pity.

This extreme mockery caused the old man's body to tremble violently under the quilt, the "hoarse" sound in his throat grew louder, and turbid tears uncontrollably seeped from the corners of his eyes, winding down the deep wrinkles of his face.

Quan Xuanhe inserted the needle with steady force and clean, crisp movements.

In the close-up shot, the king, played by Yoo Hae-jin, suddenly dilates his pupils, and his cloudy eyes finally freeze with horror, resentment, and a trace of unbelievable despair.

The unwilling "hoarse" sounds churning in his throat were completely sealed inside his body. He convulsed violently a few times, then went completely limp. The bright yellow dragon robe that symbolized supreme power could no longer support a soulless shell, leaving only an empty void with eyes wide open in death.

"Card--!"

The director's voice was like a pair of scissors, precisely cutting the strings that had been stretched to their limit on set.

After a brief silence, applause first erupted from behind the monitors, then quickly spread, sweeping across the entire exhibition area like a rising tide.

"Filming is finished!!"

"Thank you for your hard work! Kwon Hyun-hyuk, Yoo Hae-jin, everyone, thank you for your hard work!"

The film set instantly shifted from the somber, dreamlike atmosphere of the royal palace back to the vibrant, noisy reality.

The fatigue on the staff's faces was replaced by excited smiles. They put down the props they were holding, took off their headphones, and gathered around to congratulate the lead actors.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk's body, which had been tense for five months, suddenly relaxed.

Liu Haizhen immediately sat up, panting heavily, his face showing relief and exhaustion after the performance. The two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding conveyed in their eyes.

This supporting actor is a highly skilled performer, and his performance in this drama is outstanding.

The exhaustion from five months of day and night, shuttling between film sets in Seoul and Gyeonggi Province, and constantly torn between the souls of Kwon Heon-hyuk and Chun Kyung-soo, has now transformed into a heavy, relieved sense of ease.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director." Kwon Seonhyuk walked to the monitor, bowed slightly to the director, and then nodded to the main staff members around him, including the lighting, camera, and props personnel.

Yoo Hae-jin also came over, and the two of them watched the footage with the director—the lighting, the acting, the atmosphere were all perfect.

"The effect is excellent!" The director patted Quan Xuanhe on the shoulder forcefully, his eyes full of praise and the joy of completing a major task.

Not to mention the great success of Kwon Hyun-hyuk's other projects, he also hopes that this project will be released smoothly and become a big hit.

"Xuanhe, these past five months have been really tough. Everyone's worked so hard! We're having a get-together tonight, and nobody's allowed to skip it!"

The cheers grew even louder.

At the opportune moment, a representative from the production company stepped forward with a large bouquet of beautifully wrapped white roses and handed them to Kwon Hyun-hyuk with a beaming smile.

"Xuanhe, happy wrap-up! You've worked hard! 'Night Owl' is sure to be a huge hit!"

Next came flowers for the director and Yoo Hae-jin. Then a large flower basket for the main creative team was placed in the center of the venue.

Flashes of light began to go off one after another as the crew's official photographers, various media outlets, and even staff members with their phones captured the joy of this moment.

"Come on, come on! Group photo for the wrap party! Everyone!" The assistant director called out enthusiastically through a megaphone.

"The lead actors stand in the middle! The director stands in front! Everyone, look at the camera!"

Kwon Hyun-hyuk was pushed to the most prominent position in the center, holding a bouquet of white roses with dewdrops on them, with Yoo Hae-jin and the director on either side of him.

Liu Haizhen's arm naturally rested on Quan Xuanhe's shoulder, and Quan Xuanhe relaxed and turned slightly to the side, his face displaying a smile unique to those who had just finished filming, a smile that was a mixture of exhaustion and sincerity.

He was truly exhausted while filming "Night Owl," and now that filming has finally wrapped up, he can finally breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"Night Owl is a huge hit!!!"

Click! Click! The camera captured this noisy yet perfect moment.

This marks the end of a grueling five-month shoot for the film.

The production company carefully selected and released several high-definition photos from the wrap-up ceremony.

The most eye-catching of them all are, of course, the three main characters in the very center.

The director stood in front, beaming, while the lead actor, Kwon Seon-hyuk, stood in the center, holding a huge bouquet of white flowers. His face wore a genuine smile that was a mixture of deep fatigue and relief after filming wrapped. His signature handsomeness could not hide the weariness he had experienced after the intense shooting in the photo.

Veteran actor Yoo Hae-jin affectionately placed his arm around Kwon Heon-hyuk's shoulder, the two leaning slightly to the side, their faces beaming with the joy of having completed a difficult task.

The entire film crew was gathered around him.

"The filming of 'Night Owl' has wrapped up smoothly! Thank you all for your hard work over the past five months! We look forward to seeing you in theaters! #NightOwl #FilmingWrapped #KwonSeonhyuk #YooHaeJin" — This is the official caption.

The photos instantly garnered attention from fans upon release. [Ahhh, filming's finally wrapped! You worked so hard, baby!!!]

Start with Battle Cry, and then move on to the baby's nickname.

[Our Xuanhe looks so tired yet so handsome; his eyes are full of untold stories from the past.]

[Yoo Hae-jin's arm around Liu Hai-jin's shoulder is so sweet! The atmosphere on set is amazing!]

Five months of hard work! We eagerly await the latest masterpiece from our Chungmuro ​​gem!

[The chemistry between the lead actors is evident even in the photos; looking forward to it!]

A passerby commented: "The production looks very grand, and Kwon Heon-hyuk's period costume look is indeed very high-quality."

"Filming has finally wrapped up. Looking forward to this epic period drama."

"The picture of Yoo Hae-jin with his arm around her shoulder looks so natural; it feels like they had a great time working together on the show."

Entertainment news outlets followed suit, but of course, a simple wrap-up of filming wouldn't make the front page.

[The film "Night Owl," starring Kwon Heon-hyuk, has wrapped filming after five months and is now in post-production.]

The atmosphere surrounding the wrap-up of "Night Owl" was joyful and harmonious.

Media analysts generally believe that, judging from the state of the main creative team and the information released in the early stages, Kwon Heon-hyuk's performance as the leading actor is highly anticipated.

That evening, the wrap party for the "Night Owl" crew was held at a local barbecue restaurant in Gyeonggi Province.

The huge private room was bustling with noise and the clinking of glasses.

Having endured five months of intense filming, all the members were now completely relaxed, toasting each other, chatting and laughing, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

As the absolute core and focus, Kwon Heonhyuk could barely finish a single bite of hot food.

The director, producer, screenwriter, department heads, and even many staff members all gathered around him with their glasses in hand to toast him, express their gratitude and appreciation.

Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he still maintained a polite smile and demeanor, responding to everyone's enthusiasm.

"Xuanhe, I was absolutely right about you! You've pulled it together!" The director patted him on the back, his face flushed.

"Those explosive scenes were so brilliant, they're sure to win an award."

"Director-nim, you flatter me. It's all thanks to your excellent guidance," Kwon Hyun-hyuk replied modestly, raising his glass of soju and downing it in one gulp.

The producer also came over and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It all depends on everyone's joint efforts." Kwon Hyun-hyuk downed another glass.

Yoo Hae-jin, who played the king, also squeezed over with a wine glass in hand, smiling broadly as he forcefully put his arm around Yoo's shoulder, just like in the wrap-up photo.

"Hey, Xuanhe, you're so busy every day, why don't you relax a bit tonight?"

"Aigoo, of course." Kwon Hyun-hyuk rubbed the spot where Yoo Hae-jin had slapped him hard, and laughed as he drank another glass.

The high-intensity performance left him feeling euphoric and exhausted after filming wrapped up, combined with the effects of alcohol, made him react slightly sluggish, and the bloodshot eyes were somewhat concealed by the warm yellow light.

After round after round of toasts, even Quan Xuanhe, who had a decent alcohol tolerance, became slightly tipsy, his head felt heavy, and his stomach began to churn.

At 3 a.m., the area outside the barbecue restaurant was filled with the smell of cooking oil and liquor.

The director, still clinging to his shoulder, slurred, "Next time... hiccup... let's work together again."

Liu Haizhen looked at Kwon Hyun-hyuk, who was almost unsteady on his feet and leaning against Park Jung-jung, and teased him with a drunken smile.

"Aigoo, Hyunhyuk, how are you going to get home like this? I heard you're dating Jisoo?" He nudged Hyunhyuk's arm and said to his assistant.

"What are you standing there for? Quickly contact his girlfriend Jisoo to come pick him up! Jisoo from BLACKPINK!"

Yoo Hae-jin didn't know which actor he knew had told him that his girlfriend was Kim Ji-soo from that girl group.

The assistant was immediately at a loss.

As a staff member working closely with an artist, it would be extremely risky for a junior assistant like myself to contact the woman rashly; she simply couldn't make that decision on her own.

Quan Xuanhe lifted his heavy head, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the spinning street scene. The alcohol had numbed his thoughts and blurred his concerns.

He only felt a buzzing in his ears. He didn't care who came to pick him up; all he needed to do now was lie down.

He mumbled something vaguely, in a tone of utter despair: "Um...who? Jisoo? Whatever, give it a try..."

With so many people around, it doesn't matter who you ask.

Upon hearing this and receiving approval, the assistant did not hesitate and dialed the number of Kim Ji-soo's assistant.

As an assistant, she naturally needed to have the other team's contact information.

The assistant whispered a few words, and after receiving confirmation from the person on the other end of the phone, finally hung up.

As the chill deepened on the streets of Gyeonggi Province in the early morning, the bustling noise of barbecue restaurants was gradually replaced by the soft hum of engines.

Soon, a black, ordinary-looking but spacious luxury van quietly pulled up to the side of the road, blending into the night.

The car windows were covered with dark privacy film, making it extremely discreet.

The car door slid open gently, and Kim Jisoo, wearing a mask and a baseball cap that almost covered most of her face, stepped out of the car and walked into the barbecue restaurant.

She spotted Quan Xuanhe at a glance.

"Hey, this must be Jisoo!"

Liu Haizhen saw a beautiful girl who was fully armed and guessed what she was doing, then smiled and said.

"Ah, yes."

Kim Jisoo gave a polite smile at the right moment, although only her eyebrows and eyes were visible through the mask.

"Xuanhe is drunk, let's take him away!"

Liu Haizhen said with a smile, his face flushed, his drunken state no less than that of Quan Xuanhe.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Kim Jisoo bowed politely and nodded, then turned to look at Kwon Heonhyuk, who was slumped over there.

The strong smell of alcohol made her frown slightly, but she didn't hesitate at all.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk vaguely recognized the person and mumbled a response, "Hmm... Ji-soo?"

He was leaning almost entirely on her, his steps unsteady.

"Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me," Kim Jisoo said in a low voice to her assistants and the others, her tone polite but carrying an undeniable authority.

"Thank you, Jisoo-ssi, you've gone to so much trouble!"

Kim Jisoo carefully helped Kwon Heonhyuk, almost supporting him, and quickly and steadily put him into the back seat of the van.

The car doors closed immediately, isolating the outside world.

The car windows were closed, and a faint fragrance filled the dimly lit cabin, trying to dispel the smell of smoke and alcohol on him.

Kwon Heonhyuk wasn't actually that drunk, but with Kim Jisoo there, he could relax and pass out.

Kim Jisoo sat down next to him and carefully straightened his head so that he could lean on her shoulder more comfortably.

By the occasional glimpse of streetlights outside the window, she looked at his furrowed brows, the heavy shadows under his eyes, and the undisguised, deep-seated exhaustion that was now laid bare after he let his guard down, as seen in the wrap-up photo.

Ugh.
Suddenly being called over to pick up Quan Xuanhe, she naturally didn't know what to say, but instinctively, she still came over.

At this moment, Kim Ji-soo realized that she seemed to have been mistaken for his girlfriend all along.

Because sometimes she could sense that others were looking at her differently.

She's an idol actress, so why would she receive special attention from others? Ultimately, it's because of her special status.

Kim Jisoo gently brushed her fingertips across his sweaty temples, sighed softly, and finally simply pulled the blanket over him carefully.

The van drove smoothly and quickly toward Seoul, its destination not Kwon Heon-hyuk's own apartment, but Kim Ji-soo's home.

About an hour later, the vehicle drove into an upscale community and stopped in front of an apartment building.

Kim Ji-soo's assistant got out of the car first to check that the surrounding environment was normal. Only then did Kim Ji-soo and her assistant work together again to help the soundly sleeping Kwon Heon-hyuk out of the car.

She entered the elevator, arrived at her floor, and opened the door with her fingerprint and password.

The apartment was warm and quiet, with only the soft glow of the nightlight in the entryway.

Kim Ji-soo laboriously moved Kwon Heon-hyuk to the bed in the master bedroom and took off his coat and shoes, which were covered in the smell of alcohol.

Throughout the entire process, Quan Xuanhe remained unconscious, only letting out a soft groan of discomfort the moment he was laid flat.

Kim Jisoo took a breath, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Looking at Kwon Heonhyuk lying drowsily on her bed, Kim Jisoo breathed a sigh of relief, then painstakingly stripped off his clothes by herself.

哎古
What can we do then?

As Kim Ji-soo was struggling to undo his belt, her wrist was suddenly covered by a scalding hot palm.

Quan Xuanhe opened his eyes halfway open at some point, his pupils filled with a hazy intoxication mixed with the halo of the overhead light, like shattered stars immersed in a lake.

He suddenly exerted force with his arm, and Kim Jisoo was caught off guard and fell into his chest. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with his unique woody scent enveloped her.

"Jisoo..." he murmured, his chin brushing against her disheveled hair, his hot breath burning her earlobe.

"Thank you for picking me up." Her arms tightened around me like vines, and her body heat was burning through the thin fabric.

Kim Jisoo struggled to break free, her fingertips curling up against his heaving chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat clearly transmitted through the skin of her palm beneath the fabric.

She looked down at him as he nestled his head in the crook of her neck, his eyelashes casting tired shadows beneath his eyes.

This moment of vulnerability reminded her of his forced smile in the wrap-up photo. Finally, she didn't push him away anymore, but instead used a cold voice tinged with annoyance to break the sticky atmosphere.

"The drunkard... is too heavy."

But the hand that gripped his collar silently deepened the wrinkles.

The force from Quan Xuanhe's arm was undeniable, carrying a heavy possessiveness unique to a drunkard.

His deep, hot breath tickled her earlobe, sending an indescribable tingling sensation down her spine.

Instead of letting go, Quan Xuanhe seemed to have found a more comfortable pillow, burying his face deeper into the curve of her neck, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive skin.

"Let go and go to sleep." She bit her lower lip, trying to use her cold tone to awaken his rationality, or at least make him maintain a proper distance.

Her fingertips unconsciously gripped the fabric of his shirt, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"He's...he's dead!" That accusation is true.

The man's weight was almost entirely on her upper body, and she was struggling to support herself.

The person on top of her didn't respond, but nuzzled against her neck, his breathing gradually becoming long and steady.

He seemed to really hold her like that, and drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Silence filled the entire bedroom in an instant.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to push him away forcefully.

Her body gradually softened, and she stopped struggling.

The warm yellow light was mostly blocked by Quan Xuanhe's tall body, casting only a blurry halo at the edge of her vision.

Kim Jisoo turned her head slightly, her chin almost touching his forehead.

At such close range, in the dim light, one could clearly see the wrinkles between his brows that were not fully relaxed.

The subtle, damp sensation of sweat in the nape of their necks was a reminder of their intimacy.

Kim Jisoo took a deep breath; the air, carrying Kwon Hyun-hyuk's scent, made her slightly dizzy.

She carefully and very slowly adjusted her position, trying to make herself and him a little more comfortable so that they wouldn't be stuck in this stalemate all night.

"If you do this again... I'll kill you."

She uttered a barely audible threat, tinged with a hint of helplessness and a resignation she herself was unaware of.

With her free hand, she groped around and pulled the thin blanket next to her, trying with some effort to cover their entangled bodies.

Kim Jisoo closed her eyes, feeling the heavy warmth and tightness of the grip on her body, knowing that it would be difficult to break free tonight.

She could only wait.

(End of this chapter)