When Ye Wan appeared, the previously bustling and excited film set suddenly fell silent.
A white riding outfit stained with blood, reminiscent of blooming red plum blossoms.
Long hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders.
Smudges and bloodstains on her face.
A cool breeze blew by, lifting strands of hair, and her sorrowfully stunning face was complemented by the resolute look in her eyes, resembling a goddess of war about to meet her fate.
"Director..."
Under the silent and mesmerized gazes of everyone, Ye Wan walked up to Dai Zhuoqing, "Let's eat first, or else we'll starve to death before we even die in battle later."
Swept up in the somber atmosphere of the set, everyone collapsed in amusement.
Dai Zhuoqing shook his head with a smile, waving his long arm, "Let's eat, let's eat, we'll start shooting once the sun sets to the west."
His gaze briefly lingered on the still-dismayed Yu Chenfei, but Dai Zhuoqing said nothing.
