She didn’t know what it was like to work with Xia Siyu. But when she was serious about acting, even when it hadn’t officially started shooting, she didn’t want the other person to be all giggly; it would affect her performance, making it hard to get into character.
However, during the last touch-up from the makeup artist, Xia Siyu was looking at herself in a small mirror, lost in thought. It wasn’t until the countdown beside her started and the makeup artist took the mirror away that she lifted her head.
With that lift of her head, Li Yiru saw sothing different in her gaze—a calmness, indifference, and a hint of mockery. It was as if she had been possessed, completely different from the giggly Xia Siyu from monts before.
What was going on? In a daze, she heard Bo Yan shouting "Action," and she wobbled through the door as if stepping on cotton, not having reached the point where she was supposed to act with Xia Siyu before being called "Cut."
NG.
Li Yiru quickly apologized, blaming her inability to find the right direction and putting all her attention on Xia Siyu. She apologized, but no one on set said anything; after all, doing multiple takes was normal. If it wasn’t forgetting lines, then it was incorrect actions. Xia Siyu sat in her place without any comnt. Anyway, she had perford her solo scenes thirty tis that morning. Li Yiru was just getting started.
Going again, this ti Li Yiru at least got into the room and said a line: "Miss Chen."
Then Bo Yan called cut, slightly speechless: "Your movent seems a bit awkward."
Li Yiru was shocked. Was she walking out of step with her own hands and feet just now? No wonder it felt off.
She apologized again and went for another take. This ti, her walking was normal, sitting was normal, but upon seeing Xia Siyu’s face in front of her, she suddenly forgot all the lines, her mind went blank.
Of course, it required another NG, and Li Yiru was embarrassed: "Sorry, I may... have not been in a crew for a while, so I forgot my lines a bit."
Xia Siyu across from her didn’t pay her any attention, nor did she mock her—after all, she herself was stuck on lines thirty tis that morning.
Bo Yan didn’t mind either, "Do you need to look at the script again?"
Li Yiru nodded, and her assistant handed her the script, she went through it in her mind again. While doing so, she saw Xia Siyu opposite her seemingly eating so candy, crunching it loudly with her teeth.
It appeared to be a lollipop, handed to her by so assistant of hers, about the size of a palm, covering most of her face when eaten. Such a big lollipop, the calories were imaginable, but artists like them didn’t dare touch it. Xia Siyu, however, was eating happily, chomping half of it at a ti, crunching it crisply in her mouth, her face covered in bits and pieces of candy.
As she ate, she seed to notice the look from across and asked her, "Do you want one?"
Li Yiru was a bit stunned, shook her head.
"Made by Wei Jingjing, xylitol, no calories, without any artificial coloring, all made from fruit juices."
For acting, they definitely needed to diet, with very strict body control. She was a foodie, asking her to avoid eating was impossible, so Wei Jingjing had no choice, getting creative with cooking as well.
"I don’t like candy."
"Really? What a pity." Eating candy made people happy, Xia Siyu took another big bite, squinting her eyes, with a satisfied expression, like a cat basking in the sun.
Although Li Yiru had no fond feelings for her, nor were they friends, watching her eat candy so happily indeed helped relax her mood.
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