So easily persuaded?
One daring to say, another daring to believe, did the horror plot turn into a family celebration?
In that sudden twist, even Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh deeply.
I have to admit, the feeling of watching the play unfold while lying down without moving a muscle is quite pleasant.
There's a kind of relaxed feeling like "after fighting your whole life, can't you enjoy yourself for once."
But relaxation aside, if the play's too fake, it doesn't work. The harmony is overly deliberate.
Whether it's the candle discoverer from camera two, or the Executioner lurking behind, their roles don't appear too naïve, making the conversation increasingly bizarre.
Under normal circumstances, such dialogue should scarcely result in such harmony.
Even if some odd plot had an intruder admiring the Executioner for ages, refusing to harm her, it would be hard for the Executioner to believe.
Yet, this result seemed to have been achieved...
