Shen Zhiwei had spent twelve years in show business.
In all those years, she had learned only one thing: never bow her head.
When her billing was pushed down to fourth place, she signed the papers and said thank you. When two scenes were cut from her script, she copied them back into her own notebook, word by word. People said she was easygoing and easy to push around. Behind the scenes, the crew called her "the least precious leading actress."
Then, on the third day of filming The Book of Long Night, top-tier star Lu Yanzhou, who never went out of his way for anyone, said in front of everyone:
"I'd like to ask you to teach me this scene."
The whole internet laughed at her.
She laughed at herself, too. She had seen too many versions of "being nice to you," and in the end they all became the same three words in a press release: romance sparked on set.
What she feared was never that someone would deceive her. It was that she might believe them.
But some things simply didn't add up.
Why did all the exceptions he never made for anyone else keep being made for her?
A woman who lived by her craft meets a man who never explains himself.
He doesn't say it. He shows it.
