The pair of eyes on the elevator wall were still watching her. Feeling guilty under their gaze, Shang Yechu simply turned her head and looked back.
Those eyes met Shang Yechu's through her sunglasses.
Shang Yechu was stunned.
She felt as if she were gazing into a vast, boundless, crystal-clear, yet profoundly deep and distant sea. This blue reminded her of the iced soda on Happiness Commercial Street. When she was working as an extra in Hengshi, the owner of the ice cream shop on Happiness Street would sometimes buy her iced soda when it was too hot. Actually, that iced soda was very cheap, with a cloyingly sweet taste that burned her throat, but it had the most beautiful color in the world. When she held the glass up to the sunlight, it looked like a glass of the ocean.
After the renovation of Xingfu Commercial Street, Shang Yechu never saw such cheap iced soda again.
Shang Yechu subconsciously adjusted her sunglasses and slowly pulled them down a bit so that she could see those ice-cold soda eyes more clearly.
As Shang Yechu moved, his eyes also paused slightly.
Without the sunglasses obstructing her view, Shang Yechu could see more clearly. The person in front of her was very tall, wearing a baseball cap and a mask that covered half of his face, like a murderer. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that the half of his face that was visible was beautiful. Beautifully contoured, with a high nose bridge, and his features—well, only his eyebrows, eyes, and nose were visible, so it should be three features, and they were deep-set. Apart from the kind-hearted boyfriend she had been rumored to be dating, Shang Yechu had never seen such a handsome half-face.
But Pinhaoren's eyes were lifeless; he was blind. Shang Yechu couldn't help but add in her mind that this person's eyes were even more beautiful than Pinhaoren's. Eyes are the most important feature, so the two were essentially even.
103 gave a sarcastic laugh. Unfortunately, Shang Yechu was in a daze and didn't notice.
Shang Yechu watched for a while, then suddenly realized that her behavior was somewhat impolite. After all, she had just been caught red-handed complaining about the smell of these people; now, staring at them blankly would inevitably seem like a provocation. So she quickly looked away.
Shang Yechu glanced sideways at the wall of the elevator. Fortunately, she was completely covered up, and no one could tell who she was. The person in the baseball cap and mask had also looked away.
The elevator beeped; we had finally arrived at the 26th floor. Both groups of people walked out simultaneously.
Shang Yechu felt as if she had been granted a pardon. Without batting an eye, she zigzagged quickly to the door, taking a few precious breaths of fresh, normal air. The tall, blue-eyed man followed Shang Yechu out of the elevator and glanced at her again.
She got used to the awkwardness after a while, and pretended not to notice. But when she looked up, she saw the group of perfume enthusiasts heading towards the agreed-upon room number, and her heart skipped a beat.
Could they really be from the "Ice and Iron" crew? Unfortunately, most of them were wearing masks, and the few who weren't wearing masks looked like a sea of people, so Shang Yechu couldn't tell them apart.
Shang Yechu gave her assistant and the others a wink, then quietly followed behind the group, maintaining a distance that was far enough to keep them from getting separated. The further they walked, the more certain they became that the group's destination was indeed the same as theirs.
The old man at the front walked to the door of the room where the script reading was arranged, swiped his card to open it, and the group rushed inside. The old man stood at the door, looking suspiciously at the group of people including Shang Yechu, seemingly also having doubts but not quite sure.
Shang Yechu took out her phone, looked at the director's photo in the electronic file, then looked up in disbelief at the fierce old man standing at the door.
Wasn't the director supposed to be only in his forties? He looks almost sixty! He's about the same age as Shao Guangji, and looks old enough to be Shao Guangji's father!
Relying on the faintly remaining features of the face, Shang Yechu looked at it three times before finally mustering her courage, pulling off her scarf and sunglasses, stepping forward, and smiling:
"Hello, Director Lev...?"
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