Inside the private cinema—
Ye Tong watched Gu Lin, who was seriously watching the movie, and couldn't help but feel that Gu Lin's words to the fans earlier in the café were somewhat odd.
"What are you looking at?" Gu Lin turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes carrying a tenderness that made one's heart flutter.
Gu Lin's appearance leaned towards handsome, not like Fu Yuanxuan's stern features, but his facial features were also sharp and distinct.
In quiet moments, his aura was like a cup of tea rich with historical depth, yet with a very restrained fragrance.
However, when shooting action scenes, his aura would quickly shift to that of a highly aggressive bow, tension fully drawn, ready to release the arrow that would pierce the air with a long whistle.
"Nothing." Ye Tong shook her head slightly, quickly turning her gaze to the movie ahead.
