"Director Ye, if you keep praising me like this, I'll get arrogant." An Ziqi said playfully, laughing.
This single sentence immediately lifted the previous stagnant atmosphere in the makeup room.
It also improved the impression An Ziqi left on the makeup artists and staff nearby.
"Go ahead and be arrogant, I'll help you soar," Ye Wuge equivalently responded with a laugh, watching An Ziqi.
"I'm afraid of heights." An Ziqi unceremoniously teased back.
...
Their banter made everyone in the room laugh.
An Ziqi didn't wear any makeup; the stylists only made two small braids for her at the sides of her forehead to match with her cocktail dress, making her look more playful.
Tianxing also applied simple makeup. After their styling was done, they went with Ye Wuge to their spots on the stage.
Yu Na ran her hand over her cheek, looking at her reflection in the mirror with disgust.
It seemed she could still feel the pain of a knife cutting across her face and bone being scraped off.
