Zeng Minghui had given a few more instructions and continued to shoot the next scene.
Ye Xian held the script, rubbing her head with some irritation.
What kind of love is this extreme, obsessive love?
Could this love really be more important than her own origins and the murder of her foster parents? Impossible...
Having denied this love, Ye Xian, in hindsight, realized Zeng Minghui was right; she simply didn’t understand, nor could she comprehend Shen Jinyou’s love for Xia Qingshao.
When an actress couldn’t believe in her own character, she wouldn’t be able to portray the soul of that character, and the audience wouldn’t be convinced either. She knew this better than anyone.
What should she do now?
With the filming schedule so tight, she couldn’t keep everyone waiting forever, could she?
As Ye Xian was feeling melancholic, Jiang Wanze came down from the set.
"Are you okay?"
Jiang Wanze handed her a bottle of water.
"Don’t put too much pressure on yourself; you’re doing great. I couldn’t spot a single flaw, Director Zeng is demanding so much from you only because he values you highly. He wants you to be perfect."
Ye Xian put down the script and looked at him, "Captain, have you ever been in love? Do you understand love? Could you love someone so much that even if they don’t love you back, even if they’ve hurt you deeply, you still love them?"
Her consecutive questions baffled Jiang Wanze.
"I’ve never been in a relationship, but through slow interactions recently, I think I’ve come to understand a bit. As for your last question, I don’t know..."
Ye Xian shook her head in resignation after hearing his answer.
She was indeed seeking a cure in her desperation; in reality, who could love someone to such an extent?
Shen Jinyou was just an exception.
"Drink up, I’m going to rest awhile."
Ye Xian took the script and went into the rest room.
At noon, Zhou Lu placed a carefully prepared lunch in front of her. Ye Xian didn’t even take a bite, and when Zhou Lu spoke to her, she seemed lost in thought and didn’t hear.
She relentlessly scrolled through the script on her laptop, muttering and occasionally grabbing her hair in frustration.


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