When Zhong Xiran woke at 2 p.m., she wondered for a moment if she had amnesia—she had no memory of how she’d gotten into bed. She supposed Qi Sinian must have carried her. But she didn't have the luxury of time to dwell on it. Qi Sinian wasn't home. The housekeeper had left a meal for her, and Zhong Xiran managed a few bites before getting back to her storyboards. After five grueling days, the sto