In the VIP room.

Nathan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, saying nothing.

The atmosphere in the entire VIP room dropped to freezing point, and the air pressure seemed to decrease.

Sophia waved her hand at the makeup artists, saying, "You guys can leave now."

Nathan still didn't react, his hands in his pockets, staring out the window with a dark expression.

"Nathan..." Sophia walked over with a glass of water. "Have some water? There’s no humidifier in this room, the air is too dry."

Nathan didn't take the water, not even bothering to give her a glance, and his tone was harsh, "I don't want it."

Sophia's hand...