"Yuexin." Yan Boxuan put his arms around Guan Yuexin and hugged her tightly. It was a heartbreaking sight, one that moved everyone watching on the set to tears.
"I'm taking you with me. Don't worry. I'll save you. I won't let you die."
He lifted Guan Yuexin and carried her bridal-style as he left on his flying sword.
Peach blossoms fluttered to the ground as a familiar laugh began to ring out. The camera followed the petals as they fell, eventually landing on the gravely injured woman lying on the ground.
At that moment, her eyes were wide and unfocused. There was an empty void within her, and they ached terribly.
Her eyes remained wide open as tears streamed from her eyes. The cold wind seemed to pierce into her bones.
"Cut!" yelled the director. His felt his eyes sting, and had to keep from sniffling. The take had been absolutely perfect. In fact, it had blown all his expectations out of the water.
