The curtains were pulled open, and blinding light flooded the room. Wang Taika lay sprawled on the sofa, instinctively shielding his eyes from the sun's glare with his hand as he looked at the figure standing by the window.,"Brother, you've been depressed for over a week now, and I can't stand to see it anymore." The person pulling the curtains was backlit, making their features somewhat unclear. But Wang Taika knew immediately who it was just from his soft, gentle voice. It was Han Mo, his roommate and good friend.,Thus, at this very moment, Wang Taika was shouldering a camera and preparing to film a group of people.。