Long-distance flights are easily fatiguing.

Fortunately, through his years of study abroad, Li Huan had long grown accustomed to long-haul flights. Furthermore, his current job was quite leisurely; as the accompanying doctor, he had been with the group for a week and had only treated one guest for a dislocated wrist and a sprain—nothing serious, expected to heal in two days.

However, the medical gauze on the other person’s wrist had stayed on for four days before being taken off.

Li Huan occasionally observed the recording set and felt the show was quite interesting; his time here had not been wasted.

At this very moment, while most of the staff were racing against time to rest and recharge, his state was surprisingly good. He even had the leisure to read academic papers on his e-reader, where beneath every long English sentence were even more cumbersome annotations.

Half an afternoon passed quietly.

Feeling his eyes dry, Li Huan took off his glasses and did a set of eye exercises. The young person in the seat next to him seemed exhausted, having slept motionless for the entire afternoon.

He lifted his hand to check his watch, pondered for a few seconds, then put away the e-reader and turned off the reading light above the seat so the other person could rest in peace. He then took out his phone and earphones from his carry-on bag, tapping his fingertips lightly to open the currently trending video platform.

The opening ad on the homepage was exactly the divorce variety show Li Huan was accompanying.

With a hint of curiosity, he clicked on it.

A whole week of footage was compressed into two episodes. The pacing of the show was extremely fast, with every segment taken from the most prominent words and actions of the three divorced couples. Additionally, the post-production team added many supplementary notes from fixed cameras, taking the show’s watchability to a higher level.

The second part of the video focused on editing the guests’ itinerary from the final day in Xijiang—which was yesterday.

Following the director’s request, the guests needed to “swap” identities for an entire day. By imitating their partner’s personality and behavior, they could each experience how they made the other feel in married life—a very gentle form of psychological healing.

At the same time, it was also very eye-catching for the audience.

In the video, it was already evening. The sky was dim.

According to the show’s requirements, the three couples had spent the morning and half the afternoon completing tasks to earn points. They then used those points to exchange for fresh ingredients and spent a lot of time prepping and cooking, finally gathering at the old banyan tree with their meal boxes for the evening dinner segment.

The venue was decorated beautifully. Semi-open tents shielded them from the wind. Everyone sat in a circle with the table full of food, featuring both gourmet dishes and a few “dark cuisine” experiments.

A high-wattage bulb was hung at the top of the tent, casting a bright light over the people and the scenery below, while star-shaped fairy lights wrapped around the supports and edges, resembling meteor showers falling from the sky.

The starlight sprinkled on everyone’s faces and bodies. It was very beautiful.

Li Huan admired the images on his phone, fully appreciating the meaning of “expertise in one’s field.” The bullet comments were also praising the atmosphere created by the video, which made viewers feel involuntarily immersed.

Over the course of the day, the couples had already caused quite a few jokes.

The young “Sunrise Group” contributed the most hilarious “social death” moment of the day; the “Sunset Group” used this opportunity to make sharp, ironic remarks—the air was thick with gunpowder but remained polite, leaving the audience unable to look away.

The most discussed, however, remained the “Noon Group.”

The man had just reached out with his chopsticks to pick up some food when his partner let out a cold huff, squinting sideways with a chilly expression: “Why so eager to eat outside? Don’t come crying to me when your hand injury gets worse and you end up dragging me into taking care of you for a few extra days.”

After speaking, he added, “I’m seriously sick of you!”

His expression and tone were vividly imitated.

As soon as the words fell, the other four at the table held their bowls and chopsticks, watching the show, as did the bullet comments.

The man looked back expressionlessly. After a few seconds of silence, he put his chopsticks back on the edge of his bowl, indicating he wanted to eat a specific dish on the table. However, his partner pivoted his wrist, skillfully maneuvering the long chopsticks to precisely pluck a piece of green pepper from the dish of stir-fried pork and green peppers, delivering it right to the man’s mouth.

The man’s expression didn’t change, his eyes were cold, and his lips were pursed tight.

Seeing this scene:

“Eating green peppers is good for you,” the partner said, urging him while holding the chopsticks. “How old are you, still being a picky eater?”

The man’s eye-daggers were as substantial as if they could stab someone to death.

He just kept his foul face and ate the green vegetable. He swallowed it without chewing twice, yet his partner persisted in picking bones, saying, “Am I usually this mean to you? Are you trying to smear my reputation?”

The man: “…”

When this part played, the bullet comments were already in hysterics.

【Hahahaha, what a passive-aggressive nitpicker. The Movie King is like a man possessed. So, you guys are not! You know each other extremely well!】

【Laughing to death. Purposefully picking up food the other person doesn’t like—is that a faithful imitation or is he bringing his own private vendetta into it? Seriously suspect the Movie King is using this opportunity for revenge, hahahaha.】

【Not necessarily. The ‘civilian’ guy is genuinely capable of doing stuff like this.】

【Facts.】

【I’m dying of laughter, the production team is too good at stirring up drama!!】

Li Huan, sitting in front of the screen, couldn’t help but hook the corners of his lips and laugh silently.

After all the guests were full, the director off-camera took on the role of narrator, questioning each divorced couple and guiding them to talk freely about their married life.

The other two groups had a lot to say.

The “Noon Group,” however, fell silent.

Xie Jinghe listened quietly to the others chatting across the table, his eyes occasionally flashing with confusion and doubt. From time to time, he would turn to look at his partner. The action was subtle, but it was captured faithfully by the camera and highlighted by the editing team.

The man didn’t join the conversation either, staring at the little star lights hanging on the tent, looking as if he were zoning out—as if he hadn’t noticed his partner’s gaze at all, existing in a world of his own.

It looked like a “bedfellows with different dreams” scenario.

But before the viewers could comment or feel sentimental, the editors mischievously added a line of fancy text and, using the zooming red circle technique, cut to footage captured by the camera installed under the table.

Under the table.

The man’s hand was gently tugging on the hem of the person next to him, and he hadn’t let go for a long time.

His palm was large, his fingers slender and bony—very sexy. Making this slightly dependent and cute action while paired with his expressionless cold face made for a strong contrast.

The next second, the editor inserted another clip—a scene of the man walking in front with his partner tugging on his hem either beside or behind him. It happened quite often, many times more than what the live-stream audience had caught.

Sure enough, the bullet comments screamed.

【Ahhhhh, I will never mock the ‘civilian’ guy for having no acting skills and not being able to play the Movie King again. Isn’t this acting super vivid!!】

【So practiced…】

【Wow, I used to think this pair was too toxic and would definitely divorce, but now… emmm, you two, please don’t be so in sync. They’re the only ones secretly showing off in this segment. Tell me, did you guys have a script?!】

【Tsk tsk, some people look like they are at odds with each other, but in private, they are either stealing glances or tugging at hemlines. You can’t tell if it’s acting at all. Or is it just like this when you’re off-camera?? [Pointing fingers]】

【Be bolder—it might be even more intense in private.】

【Friends, see you at the Super Topic later!】

Soon, the scene cut away. The “swap” game finally came to an end.

It was nearing 10:00 PM. The table had been cleaned, and the familiar traffic light props were laid out. Each guest had a small whiteboard and a marker.

At this moment, the director’s voiceover sounded.

“Please give yourselves a score for your portrayal of your partner today. If there are deductions, please explain why.”

“Now, please close your eyes. Recall your partner’s behavior in your past life, then think about your own performance today. Did you deliberately magnify their shortcomings while forgetting their strengths due to your own emotions?”

“Alright, open your eyes and honestly give yourself a score.”

“…”

The three groups showed their whiteboards to the camera in turn, offering explanations.

Soon, it was the “Noon Group’s” turn.

The man flipped his board, revealing a free-spirited Roman numeral.

He gave himself a perfect 100 without a hint of guilt and shot a casual look at his partner. His partner then flipped his board, revealing his number.

Out of a possible 100, he deducted ten.

When the director asked why, he hid his face with the board and only replied: “I felt my performance wasn’t quite up to par in one aspect, so I deducted a little.”

The director followed up: “Which aspect, specifically?”

After nearly ten seconds of silence, he said:

“Not domineering enough.”

Hearing this, the man huffed, though he didn’t argue.

After this scoring round was the nightly 10:00 PM “light-pressing” segment. The editing was concise and sharp; the screen was divided into six grids, simultaneously showing each guest’s choice.

Five people pressed the green light—they didn’t want a divorce.

Only one person pressed the red light.

Abrupt, eye-catching, and completely out of place.

【???】

【It’s been seven days—seven days of red lights!】

【Laughing to death. Why call him ‘civilian guy’? I suggest everyone change his nickname to ‘Ex-Husband Bro.’ I just started shipping them a few minutes ago, and now I feel like I’ve been woken up by a punch to the face.】

【The Movie King’s expression is so calm. He isn’t surprised at all.】

【I’m not surprised either. I saw this in the livestream, but looking at the preview, there’s a second choice segment tonight. There are twenty minutes left on the progress bar, hold on!】

Just as the comments scrolled past, the video changed scenes.

It was the bonfire beach from the trailer.

The audience realized that not far from the bonfire was a huge projector screen, coupled with the deep, lonely seaside setting and the glowing red bonfire—

It inexplicably gave off a silent feeling that the world was about to end.

The guests sat on cushions as the screen began to play images.

It was footage provided by the guests themselves, from the past.

Laughing, embracing, loving each other sincerely.

Suddenly, the mood changed.

The screen began playing clips of the guests’ interviews before the official filming started.

Pain, confusion, growing apart.

【Damn, expired sugar, today’s knife!】

【The production team is really putting in the effort. It even made me teary-eyed.】

【A bit sad.】

【Unmarried, single, and now I have a lot of thoughts about marriage…】

【That ‘civilian’ and ‘Movie King’ pair—my god, the photos are so sweet. They’re both laughing so happily, especially the ‘civilian’ guy; the tenderness in his eyes is about to overflow. How did it end up like this?】

【Comparing then and now is so cruel.】

Before long, the projector screen returned to darkness.

The director asked a question off-camera and offered a chance for a second choice.

In the following segment, the six guests were paired up, walking hand-in-hand toward a pole-shaped traffic light ten meters away.

The short distance seemed to symbolize the life journey the partners had walked together.

The guests who chose the green light continued forward, while those who chose the red light stopped in their tracks, carrying a sense of, “I can only accompany you up to this point.”

The three divorced couples started at the same time.

The screen cut into three parts as well.

The camera switched back and forth, the music’s drumbeat restless and uneasy.

The first to be revealed was the “Sunrise Group.” The two young men both had red-rimmed eyes as they walked forward.

Next was the “Sunset Group.” The two seniors stopped by the traffic light with silent understanding. As they looked at each other, they smiled slightly, their eyes shimmering with tears.

The next instant.

The screen stretched, becoming whole again.

First, a close-up shot.

A pair of leather shoes stepped across the sand and suddenly stopped.

Then the camera cut to another close-up.

One hand holding another, suspended in mid-air.

Every viewer in front of their screen saw clearly—

Without knowing when, Xie Jinghe had already walked ahead. He was holding hands with the man who had stopped behind him. He was yanked into a stumble by the other, his body tilting backward at an inconspicuous angle, before finally coming to a silent, rigid halt.

【Gentlemen, I need oxygen.】

【Don’t stop, keep walking forward!!!】

【Variety shows are scripted, I’ll repeat that to myself three times. [Eyes squeezed shut]】

【Damn it, the production team earned my tears!】

【He just… doesn’t want to walk forward with him anymore.】

【Tearing up.】

Right at this moment—

The situation took a sudden, shocking turn!

In the video, the person in front turned his head abruptly, locking eyes with the person behind him.

Both of their expressions were calm, yet the atmosphere was scorching. Beneath the beach, it felt as if molten lava was flowing; perhaps it would erupt at any moment, burning away all the oxygen in the air.

In the distance, the red light of the bonfire looked like the reflection of a volcanic eruption, flowing in the lonely night, outlining the silhouettes of the two people staring at each other while holding hands.

Suddenly, Xie Jinghe, without saying a word, took a large step back, slammed the man against the traffic light pole, and kissed him fiercely!

A kiss of extreme fervor and anger.

The audience in front of their screens froze. Their fingers stopped moving; they didn’t even remember to type comments.

The howling wind scattered a single sentence.

“Ten points.”

It was a sentence only the two of them understood.

The final shot of the episode was their locked hands as the man was forcibly kissed.

Knuckles locked, fingertips turning white.

It wasn’t until the ending song started that the viewers came back to their senses.

【Holy crap, so satisfying!!!】

【Especially the few seconds where the background chorus kicks in!!】

【I’m going crazy. See you at the Super Topic.】

【Together, let’s go together.】

Bang!

A sound suddenly came from the front seat. The chair shuddered violently, and Li Huan’s phone, propped against the small table, toppled over. He instinctively lifted his eyes to look ahead, and what he saw—

The two protagonists who were torturing each other in his phone just a moment ago were now tangled up in a scuffle, their four hands intertwined, pushing and pulling at each other, neither willing to let go.

The battle was extremely intense.