Xia Yingluo resisted the physical discomfort. Her face was pale and she slowly walked out.
She brushed past Wei Lingnan and her hair brushed past his shoulder. He could smell the faint scent on her. It was very special, perhaps because she was impregnated with the World Tree, which reminded him of his distant hometown. He almost reached out and held her, but he restrained himself and watched as she silently left the dressing room.
Xia Yingluo was solitary and walked step by step into the sinking twilight.
The crew had been setting the scene for the past few days. There was a sparkling lake not far away, and a long wooden plank road extended along the lake.
