After running through their lines, Hu Hong seemed a bit distracted. As Qiancheng observed Chu Liangxia, making sure she did not notice anything amiss, the guilt within her grew stronger.
Chu Liangxia bowed her head, holding a red pen in her hand. She was scribbling and making corrections on the script, changing many of the notes she had previously made with a black pen.
She appeared to be very sensitive to the cold, wearing the hood of her down jacket over her head. The hood was slightly too large, which made her head look even smaller. Her hair had just grown to her shoulders and as she moved, the hair under her hood fell down, the black, shiny, and soft strands stark against her fair and elegant profile.
She was serious and focused yet also gentle and quiet. She seemed entirely harmless. Somehow, it was like a thorn in Hu Hong's side, and a continuous wave of guilt surged through her.
"Liangxia," Hu Hong couldn't help but call out to her.
