Wen Zai looked at the man in front of him. He was as tall as a tall bamboo, with a jade crown on his hair, and a white robe that made him look as pure and ethereal as a banished immortal. His cold gaze passed over and stayed on her face for a moment.
Her hands that were hanging in her sleeves were trembling before she could reach them out. When his eyes glanced at her, her face suddenly flushed with disappointment and started to burn again.
"It's stuck! It's stuck!!! Wen Zai! What are you doing? This scene is about the two of you breaking up your relationship heartlessly, not a confession of love. What I want is for your face to be pale, not for you to be shy and ask you to become a guan gong. You have to stay rational at this critical moment and don't be blinded by beauty," the director said sadly.
After hearing this, Wen Zai's face turned even darker, and he was dying of shame and anger. Mo Chengze held his hands and looked at someone who was hiding his face and running to squat in the corner with a half-smile.