The world is muddy, but I am pure; everyone is drunk, but I am sober.
Everyone wears a mask; sorrow, joy, anger, and happiness—it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.
Whether you're faking it or not, Ji Xiaoxiao always keeps to herself and doesn't care. She patted the person's hand and said coldly, "Move aside, you're blocking the light, I can't put on my makeup."
That disdain, that indifference, that turning a blind eye—in a word, utterly despicable.
"Xu Li'anran, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Everyone knows what kind of person you are." The man reached out and grabbed Ji Xiaoxiao's long hair, bringing his mouth close to her face, and said with a wicked and arrogant smile, "You're clearly just a slut. You've already become a whore, yet you're always thinking about putting on a virtuous facade. Xu Li'anran, is that face of yours even real?"
With one hand pulling her hair, the man used the other to pinch Ji Xiaoxiao's face hard.
"The face is real." Ji Xiaoxiao replied calmly, her brows unchanged. The original owner of this body had never had plastic surgery.
The man before her possessed a complex and dangerous aura, giving Ji Xiaoxiao a sense of unease. She already had enough obstacles; she couldn't risk provoking such a powerful figure just to vent her anger. So she endured the excruciating pain, silently watching as he pulled her hair and threw a tantrum.
I'm not angry, I'm not angry, what can you do to me!
The attack was powerful, a heavy punch, but it hit cotton, causing no pain or itch.
"Heh, that mouth of yours, one day I'll sew it shut." The man gently bit Ji Xiaoxiao's earlobe, his breathing becoming erratic. "You're still so fragrant and sweet."
Ji Xiaoxiao clenched her hands tightly on her lap, took a deep breath, and comforted herself, "I am so beautiful that the moon hides its face and the flowers blush, so beautiful that fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and carriages throng to my aid..."
Self-suggestion was somewhat effective; Ji Xiaoxiao successfully held out until the man's interest waned.
"You've been relatively well-behaved today, so I'll let you off this time." The man suddenly nudged Ji Xiaoxiao, his expression crazed. "If it weren't for the wrong time and place, I would have already..."
Ji Xiaoxiao is knowledgeable and erudite. She has seen more bridges than a centenarian has walked roads, and eaten more salt than a coastal fisherman has eaten rice. Her mental fortitude is so strong that even madmen and psychopaths would be compared to her.
However, a fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes, like a wild beast driven mad by hunger. His bloodthirsty killing intent, like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, enveloped Ji Xiaoxiao. "A madman," Ji Xiaoxiao stammered, then gave the man a precise description.
Kind people are often bullied, and good horses are often ridden.
Ji Xiaoxiao remained silent, her body tense, her lower body subtly adopting an attack stance, her hands clenched into fists, ready to take that person's life at any moment.
A gentleman does not force others to do things they cannot, while a madman only understands mutual consent, and only then can his nature reach its highest level.
"Sigh, well, good wine needs time to brew. This fine Daughter's Red wine, which is over twenty years old, can't be wasted in my hands." The blood red faded, and the man said regretfully.
Ten minutes later, the man left with an inscrutable expression. The makeup artists who had been hiding outside the dressing room then returned one after another and resumed their work.
Ji Xiaoxiao's expression remained unchanged. After the makeup artist, who seemed hesitant to speak, finished her makeup, she waved her sleeves and ran off to play a minor role, amidst the envious or disdainful gazes of the crowd.
Upon arriving at the filming location, one sees people dressed and adorned in clothing and accessories typical of the Republican era. Among them are those coming and going with anxious expressions, and others who are restless and uneasy, engrossed in studying a thick script, cramming at the last minute.
For Ji Xiaoxiao, acting was completely new – like a young woman getting married for the first time. The atmosphere around her was also strange, so it was understandable that she felt flustered.
Having found a quiet place, Ji Xiaoxiao began to painstakingly study the script.
After watching it in general, I learned that this play tells the story of an elderly woman's first love.
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