Jiang Han sat on the director's chair, his knuckles turning white.
The beautifully bound script in my hand, with the three artistic words "Sweet Honey" on the cover, is still reflecting the false afternoon sunshine. But the content inside...
On the first page, the hero and heroine meet in a cafe for the first time. The sun shines through the glass window and dances on the heroine's hair. Turning over, on the second page, in the same font, it was written neatly: [She didn't know that the man sitting opposite her at this moment was the man who died in the rental house a week ago. On the rim of the coffee cup, there were faint stains left by his rotten fingertips.
On the third page, the date scene, the Ferris wheel rises to the highest point, and the city lights spread out like a galaxy. Next page: [When the Ferris wheel cabin swayed slightly at the highest point, it was not the wind, but the steel cables hanging it, one of which was slowly breaking. The broken area was stained with the dried blood of the previous victim.
The gaps between the warm and romantic lines are filled with densely packed annotations in increasingly sloppy handwriting, as if another personality is murmuring crazily:
"Here, add a shadow! It's going to be twisted!
