The sound faded with the wind, and tears slowly slid down my cheeks.
Suddenly, as if she had spotted something in the crowd, her previously serious face broke into a smile—a bright and joyful one.
As she laughed, tears streamed down her face. The smile on her lips actually added to her beauty. With tears filling her eyes, everything in front of her seemed somewhat unreal.
"I'm content to see you one last time before I leave. I must live well, and we'll meet again in the next life."
As the camera pans, a young man dressed plainly appears in the crowd below the city gate. His eyes are bright, his brows are furrowed, and his eyes have turned red at some point. He is staring intently at the woman in red on the high platform.
He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice soft. "Bright Moon..."
"Your Highness, the weather is getting colder; you should go back now."
The guard beside him spoke in a cold voice, stepping forward to offer a reminder.
But Gong Mingyue didn't move. She scanned her surroundings with her eyes, tears welling up in them. "In this life, I'm afraid I can't marry you. But if there is an afterlife, I will definitely find you. After all, we promised each other that I would marry you."
The red fan fell to the ground; the event happened so suddenly that no one had time to react.
"princess!"
Suddenly, Gong Mingyue snatched the long sword from the waist of the guard beside her, held it to her throat, looked at the collapsed boy below the city wall, and smiled brightly, her red lips slightly parted.
"We'll meet again in the next life."
"princess!"
"Bright moon!"
As the sword sliced through her throat and blood flowed, the girl in red on the city wall committed suicide in full view of everyone, and collapsed in full view of everyone.
The scene was chaotic, but the boy in the crowd was sobbing uncontrollably, his eyes were red, and his trembling body showed that he was breaking down.
"Bright Moon!!"
"Card!"
Yan Changning held the walkie-talkie, looking at the boy below the city wall who had broken down in tears, and a bitter feeling slowly welled up in her heart.
At the director's command, the girl who had fallen on the city wall wiped away the tears still on her face. As soon as she got up, her eyes were fixed on Qi Silin, who was next to the director.
The man frowned. Even from this distance, he wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but his eyes seemed a little red.
He was staring intently at him, his face grave. The way his gaze was fixed on her made Qi Jiu feel a pang of heartache.
Seeing this, the girl sighed.
She can get into character, but she's ultimately not a character in the play.
As their gaze shifted, they indeed saw Ling Yue still crying in the crowd.
He was kneeling on the ground, head bowed, shoulders trembling uncontrollably. His assistant and agent surrounded him, but the situation did not improve. Ling Yue was trying to hold back his sobs, and everyone, from the director to the bystanders, felt heartbroken seeing him like this.
Seeing this, Qi Jiu slowly descended the city wall, took the tissue from Ling Yue's assistant, and slowly squatted down in front of him, handing the tissue over.
"Lu Wei".
She wasn't calling him by his real name, but by the name of the character in the play—the once majestic young general who rode across the battlefield with his sword.
Ling Yue paused, then slowly raised his head. With his movement, the girl saw his bloodshot eyes and the very obvious red blood vessels.
"After this, there was no more Gong Mingyue in this world."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yue burst into tears again, looking down at the bloodstains on her body.
"I know about Lu Wei's ups and downs in life, and I know how much he suffered. He was once a majestic young general, but his entire family was wiped out overnight. His father and mother died in front of him, and he could do nothing about it."
Now, not only am I barely surviving, but even the woman I love most has died before my very eyes.
Seeing Ling Yue crying harder and harder, Qi Jiu suddenly smiled. "But you are still alive, and you must avenge Gong Mingyue. At the same time, Gong Mingyue also hopes that you will live well. The young general in Gong Mingyue's heart has never disappeared."
Isn't she also feeling terrible right now?
Gong Mingyue and Lu Wei were childhood sweethearts, but now she has to entrust her life to someone else. Although Gong Mingyue's life was not as tragic as Lu Wei's, it was still very bitter.
Sometimes, getting into a role isn't about focusing on the person, but rather on the character's entire life.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yue finally looked up and shakily took the tissue from Qi Jiu's hand. "I understand."
Back in the lounge, Qi Jiu could still feel an emotion stuck in her throat that she couldn't express.
Before she could react, she was enveloped in warmth from behind, and then a familiar fragrance slowly wafted into her nose.
Now, even without turning around, she can tell who is behind her.
"Ah Lin?"
She is still wearing her red opera costume, while the man behind her is dressed in a suit, a truly cross-generational embrace.
The man behind her didn't speak, but tightened his arms around her and rubbed his cheek against her cheek with great affection.
Seeing this, Qi Jiu didn't rush him and just let him hold her. The air in the lounge suddenly became quiet, but no one disturbed them, so the atmosphere was quite warm.
After a long while, the person behind her finally made a move. Qi Jiu had just turned around when she saw Qi Silin suddenly lower his head and then peck her lips.
"Ah Lin?"
Is this guy acting a bit strange? Could it be that he's also getting into character?
Although he had been watching the filming process, she never expected him to be so thoughtful.
This time, Qi Silin finally spoke. "Yes, I'm here."
He looked at Qi Jiu's wedding dress, which she hadn't had time to change out of, and smiled. "This wedding dress is beautiful, but it's not for marrying me. I never imagined that your first time wearing a wedding dress would be in a play."
These words sounded like a sigh, but also like they were deliberately said for Qi Jiu to hear.
"It's just filming."
"Just filming? I think you're already in character. Lu Wei is really pitiful." Qi Silin sighed. He thought Qi Jiu would admit defeat, but he didn't expect this guy to be all smiles.
"It's not just me! Weren't you the same just now? Why were you hugging me? Were you scared? Afraid that I would really kill myself in front of you?"
The blood was indeed quite realistic. There are quite a few period dramas on TV nowadays, and even if Qi Silin hasn't watched them seriously, he should have seen them by chance.
Qi Silin: "..." Sometimes it's better to keep quiet.
"That won't happen. I will protect you."
The crew is currently filming scenes for other actors. The girl has changed into ordinary clothes and stopped Ling Yue's assistant, who had just returned from outside with an ice pack.
"Where's Ling Yue? Is he still crying?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
