There was no music, only silence.
Su Qianqian closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her expression had completely changed.
No longer that timid, bowed-headed assistant.
Her eyes sparkled with a languid indifference, as if she had seen through the ways of the world, yet in the instant she raised her gaze, she revealed a captivating charm.
She slowly raised her slender, fair arm, her fingertips outstretched like tender willow branches in early spring.
Without music, her body is the rhythm.
Her slender waist bends gracefully, like a willow swaying in the breeze, yet it carries an inner sense of strength.
Her jade-like feet touched the ground lightly, her steps light and graceful, as if she were treading on invisible flower petals.
With each turn, her neck stretched into a graceful arc, her eyes sometimes hazy like smoke, sometimes clear as stars, perfectly showcasing the loneliness and fleeting beauty of a courtesan.
Everyone present could see that her dancing skills were very poor.
The movements are not standard; the person is only holding on by their own charisma.
But her understanding of the role of the courtesan, her calm demeanor, and the story conveyed through her body language left everyone present speechless.
Especially when she finished in one pose, slightly out of breath, and looked up at the camera with her almond-shaped eyes...
The director forgot to call "cut".
The girl herself possessed an ethereal beauty, coupled with the worldly allure of a courtesan and the helplessness and loneliness of a brothel woman.
It has an indescribable flavor and a rich sense of story, making it intriguing and inviting exploration.
Its flaws do not detract from its overall excellence.
He snapped out of his daze, his voice trembling with excitement: "Great! Very good! Um... what about the corpse scene? Can you pick up the feeling right away?"
Su Qianqian did not answer. She simply slumped backward onto the makeshift mat, as if all her strength had been drained.
Her body was completely relaxed, yet it also carried a cold stiffness.
It was as if her soul had long since vanished, leaving only a once stunningly beautiful but now lifeless shell.
A slender, white hand, as white as jade, hung limply at the edge of the long cushion, its fingertips slightly curled.
The entire space was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Until the assistant director whispered, "Director?"
The director then seemed to snap out of his daze, looked at the tragically beautiful corpse on the monitor, and slapped his thigh hard: "Brilliant!"
"That's her!"
"A corpse, a very simple act, but this girl evokes endless regret."
"Brother Wang, you have a really sharp eye!"
A satisfied smile appeared on Brother Wang's face.
Lin Shu's face instantly turned so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.
Su Qianqian slowly sat up from her corpse-like state, her face slightly flushed from her previous intense activity.
She finally took her first step.
From now on, she will no longer be a rootless duckweed.
She will rely on her own efforts to slowly take root and grow in this world. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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