She was powerless and cowardly, unable to harden her heart to hurt Huo Cheng, unable to avenge the soldiers who had died in battle, nor could she avenge her deceased parents.
Since that was the case, she could only accompany them.
"Don't! Ah Huan!"
Huo Cheng on the city wall was held back by everyone, his heart-wrenching cries unable to call back the girl he liked.
And Rong Huan also left the young man she liked at the happiest moment of her life.
Director Zhang's eyes were tightly fixed on the monitor, watching Rong Huan fall to the ground, and he shouted, "Cut!"
Wen Qiao opened her eyes, got up from the ground, and patted the fine foam on her clothes.
She jogged over to Director Zhang, like a child seeking praise, "Director Zhang, how was it?"
Director Zhang smiled and nodded, "Good."
"Then that's fine." Wen Qiao sighed in relief.
"Go rest for a bit. Don't change your clothes yet, we'll take a group photo later."
"Okay."
