Life is Easier If You’re Handsome

Just as I had immersed myself in the script, filming unfolded in much the same way.

The only real difference was that I wasn’t actually driving.
Since acting while driving was dangerous, the car was mounted on a trailer, and I only had to pretend to steer.

And as we continued filming—

Was Chisako always this good at acting?

The more we synced our performances, the more shocked I became.
She was bringing the exact same emotions I had experienced while reading the script.
I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much effort she had put in to reach this level.

"After we break up, can you promise not to bring another woman to this rest stop?"

And amidst my silent admiration, the scene continued to flow seamlessly.@@novelbin@@

"…What?"
"I want to linger. Like today isn’t really the last day."

At her words—no, her character’s words—my gaze naturally drifted to the rest stop sign.

It was a cruel request.

So this is the kind of childish selfishness you have.

I responded, my voice steady.

"You know that’s not possible."
"I know. But this is my selfish wish."
"I didn’t know it ran this deep."
"I never needed to before. I was happy."
"I don’t speak Japanese."
"And yet you just said that in Japanese."

A faint laugh.

This slow, unraveling conversation—
Today would be the last of it.

I felt my grip on the steering wheel tighten.
Wasting strength in the wrong places.

So my body reacts this way too, huh?

Vroooom.

The car quietly pulled into the rest stop.