The wind howled on the rooftop, distant modern buildings standing like rows of beasts, their gaping maws ready to devour anyone.
The sky was overcast, oppressive and gloomy.
A frail young girl stood at the edge of the rooftop, below her was an abyss, the wind lifted her long hair and dress, a sight that would chill any onlooker.
The girl had a delicate yet pale face, fragile like glass, ready to shatter at a touch, yet her dark eyes blazed like the brightest stars in the night, burning with a wild fire, its fierce tongues seeming capable of consuming everything.
Her red lips curved slightly, the perfect arch resembling a deathly scythe, and those dark eyes blurred with mist, an ominous aura chilling to the bone.
An angel and a demon overlapped on the girl’s body.
Opposite her stood a tall middle-aged man in a police uniform, his handgun pointed at the girl, those hands that never trembled before evil criminals were shaking now.
The man’s eyes were filled with anguish and disbelief, his voice hoarse: "Weiwei, tell Daddy those victims’ deaths have nothing to do with you."
The girl laughed, seemingly mocking.
The man shook his head in disbelief, his gentle and sweet daughter was nowhere to be found, the girl before him shared Weiwei’s face but was a stranger that terrified him.
"Of course their deaths have nothing to do with ."
The girl’s voice was sweet, her expression innocent and gentle, but beneath lay coldness and cruelty, haunting her like shadows.
She raised her fair, long hands, "My hands aren’t stained with a drop of their blood, Daddy, don’t wrong a good person."
The man shook his head: "Weiwei, stop lying, Chen Lan told the police everything, you pushed her to commit suicide, she’s not the first, those other suicidal girls are linked to you."
The girl’s innocent smile froze, a cruel smirk appeared: "Chen Lan, that useless thing, she dared betray ."
The change happened in an instant.
The man could no longer convince himself.
The girl lifted her head, returning to her old smile, stepping towards the man: "I was saving them...."
The girl suddenly burst into wild laughter, her beautiful face suddenly twisted and fierce: "What’s worth clinging to in this world, they all deserve to die, they deserve to die...."
The girl was hysterical, as if she had gone mad.
"I deserve to die too...."
She suddenly turned and ran towards the edge of the rooftop, her dress fluttering, long hair dancing as she glanced back with a smile, strands hiding half her face, but those hollow and resolute dark eyes were spine-chilling, unforgettable.
The man started in fright, instinctively gave chase, finally managed to grab one of the girl’s hands as she jumped.
The man’s cheeks were flushed red, yet he refused to let go: "Weiwei, Daddy will save you...."
The girl looked up at the face strained red with effort above her, a flicker of sothing passed through her eyes, confused, perhaps hesitant.
"You always told , to murder is to repay with your life, so many dead are linked to , if I die, you’ll have fulfilled your duty as a policeman, why save ?"
Tears and sweat dripped from the man’s face, his voice almost a roar: "I am not only a policeman, I am your father."
His heart was filled with guilt, he had cared too little for his daughter, unaware of her other side.
As a father, he had failed.
The girl was stunned for a mont, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, scattered by the wind.
"Cut."
The cara finally froze on the girl’s complex eyes.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, the girl loosened his hand, landing lightly on the soft mat.
The rooftop was just a set built by the film crew, barely a ter above the ground, with post-production transforming it into high-rises.
The actor playing Bai Jun, Zhao Yuan, was highly respected in the industry, a winner of nurous awards, quietly working away for years without any fanfare.
Though he was an industry veteran, he was not that old, only forty-one, in the pri of his career.
Zhao Yuan watched the girl transform after filming ended, starkly different from her absorbed acting state, feeling impressed by the talent of newcors.
The newcor nad Shen You’an had been in the crew for half a month, her scenes were few, but each was crucial, the dual roles requiring the handling of complex emotions, beyond the reach of average actors.
Yet this young girl was truly impressive, having not missed a single scene, sotis asking for a retake even when the director was satisfied, her dedication was admirable, several key scenes had almost caught him off guard, indeed, the young do surpass their elders.
"You’an, your micro-expressions and detail handling in the scene just now were excellent, exactly what my script was aiming for."
Director Wang Qi called Shen You’an over to watch the playback on the monitor with him.
Bai Wei had no childhood trauma, no psychological shadow, she was purely evil, disguising herself as a good girl, but deep down a demon resided.
She loathed the world and herself, hence slowly urging those troubled girls towards destruction, this brought her a sense of achievent, gradually pushing her into the abyss.
Shen You’an had perfectly portrayed the script’s Bai Wei, the dual-faced girl with an angelic appearance and a devilish heart.
Wang Qi had exclaid countless tis he had stumbled upon a gem.
If this drama didn’t beco a hit, it would defy logic, he sensed Shen You’an would surely explode in popularity with this perfect image and stellar performance.
Shen You’an looked up at Zhao Yuan walking over: "Mr. Zhao, is your hand okay?"
Zhao Yuan shook his arm, smiling: "No problem, tough as leather."
In his youth, he had fild plenty of kung fu movies, his skills long honed.
Zhao Yuan rubbed his nose: "Teacher Shen...."
Shen You’an sighed: "Just call You’an."
Zhao Yuan chuckled: "Your acting truly deserves a teacher’s title, but honestly, your skills surpass even veteran actors I know, a genius, limitless future."
Wang Qi nodded vigorously on the side, these two individuals, one from the investors, one a seasoned veteran, neither could he afford to offend, yet both were more humble and low-key, never flaunting their status in the crew, granting him, a new director, ample authority and decision-making power, Wang Qi was deeply grateful, vowing to produce the best work to repay them.
After a day’s filming, Shen You’an returned to her hotel, bathed and lay on the bed, finally having ti to check her phone.
Rong Xianning ssaged her at noon – we et at De Ren.
Shen You’an glanced at the date, June twenty-eighth, the day middle school exam results were announced.
She replied with congratulations.
Then a pop-up entertainnt news appeared, the prodigious child or hard work pays off, exploring middle-exam top scorer Rong Xianning’s extre schedule.
Shen You’an sat up sharply.
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