The next afternoon, the new play rehearsed by the Jing City Theater debuted.
As early as half a month ago, the theater had put up relevant posters.
Even though the play was not fully booked, there were a lot of audiences today. There was a long queue at the milk tea shop outside the theater.
Backstage was even more chaotic. A large group of people were talking. Song Qingyou was in the middle of it and felt like there were a bunch of flies buzzing in her ears.
She came out of the changing room and went straight to the mirror in the corner.
The mirror reflected Song Qingyou's crimson figure. Inside, she was wearing a red Han costume, with a thin gauze coat on the outside, looking like a fairy.
The makeup on her face was also carefully applied. Her eyebrows were raised, the ends of her eyes were red, and there was a flower between her eyebrows.
A casual glance from her dark eyes was enough to charm all living beings.
