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.
