Unfortunately, in this world, the most impossible things are the mirror rejoining after it's shattered, time flowing backward.
What has happened is like spilt water that can't be retrieved.
But Meng Yanxi didn't seem to understand this.
He embraced Xia Ning, his eyes reddening like a child's, "Ningning, I know I was wrong, can we start over, please?"
Xia Ning just stayed silent in his arms, like a doll being manipulated...
The film set was bustling under the scorching sun.
With everyone's efforts, everything finally proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Yang Xu had just finished filming an important scene, stepping out of the studio in her complicated and heavy ancient costume.
Not far away, Jiang Tan was treating the crew to afternoon snacks, bringing a heap of food with her.
She saw Yang Xu and said indifferently, "Yang Xu, come and have something to eat."
A flicker of discomfort crossed Yang Xu's face; she hadn't expected Jiang Tan to actually invite her to eat.
