The real downpour had come, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
Raindrops hit Lu Xiaoyou's face, soaking her through and through, her wet hair clinging to her pale cheeks. On this summer night, as rain pelted down, even the exposed skin could feel a slight chill.
The camera revolved around her, her gaze icy cold, her body emanating a fierce intent to kill that even shook the cameraman.
When filming martial arts scenes, she wouldn't show a ferocious expression; many actresses in an effort to emphasize their effort would contort their faces into snarls.
Facing the attack of the ghastly ghosts, Princess Wangyue's demeanor was indifferent, even numb; her coldness swept toward the attacking ghosts like arrows.
The extras playing the ghosts, upon meeting Lu Xiaoyou's gaze, trembled from the bottom of their hearts.
