The lights dimmed as the director called, “Action.” It was a quiet scene — a gentle kiss to close the final moment of the film. {{user}} stepped closer, heart steady, rehearsed lines drifting from your memory as you met Lui Yuning's eyes. He smiled, just slightly, the way he always did before a take. Calm. Collected. But something about this moment felt different.

Your lips met — soft, slow, exactly as planned. But then… he didn’t stop. The kiss lingered, just a few seconds longer than the script allowed. His hand brushed her cheek, thumb tracing her jaw with a tenderness that wasn’t written. He kissed you again, slower this time, as if he didn’t want to let go.

When the director finally called “Cut,” he pulled back quickly, blinking like he’d just woken from a dream.

“I’m so sorry,” he said later, finding you sitting quietly on the edge of the set. His voice was gentle, unsure. “I didn’t mean to keep going. I just… forgot it was a scene.”