The first time I saw him, he had just come out of the water. He was wrapped in a thick white bath towel, and his bangs were wet and stuck to his forehead. At first glance, he looked like a clumsy silkworm chrysalis. And he was wearing a clean costume, with exquisite makeup and hair, and he shook hands with me politely but distantly. Whenever I think about this first meeting later, I always lament how embarrassing it was, but I never understood that God had set the tone of the entire story long ago.
Ever since I started filming "Chronicles of Zuo Chao", I have always had some strange dreams. The scene in the dream changed, and faces flashed before my eyes. I was wearing shabby palace clothes, crying and yelling in the dark hall. There was a person standing behind a pillar on the side, hidden in a large shadow, with only a piece of cyan clothes showing. Every time I wake up, the pillow towel is stained with water.
The real princess bestowed all her future nobility and luck on the jade hairpin, and after her death, entrusted it to Po Meng who was serving soup for the ghosts on the bridge. She told her that she must give the hairpin to the woman who was destined to have a circle of purple and black marks on her neck.
Lin Sheng pushed the script in front of me and said slowly: "A Zhao, this time, you make your own choice."
Intention: destiny