Hearing Under the Lights

Xu Zhixia turned and looked at him. The stairwell light fell sideways and made his features look very pale. She smiled a little. "I'm back to do this work. I'm not only filming the comfortable parts." Voices from the street drifted up from below, like a group of people finally agreeing to head downstairs together. Aunt Fang was calling everyone to eat ice jelly at night. Zhou Yuan said he needed to go edit the livestream replay. Teacher Shen was carefully gathering the stack of materials in both arms. Hawthorn Street had not won this round. But for the first time, it had pushed its own voice into a place other people had to hear.