Xia Wanyuan put down the script and greeted An Rao before changing into her costume.
"Okay, staff, get ready. Let's start filming!" After Xia Wanyuan and Su Yueran changed their clothes, the director gave the order and all the staff were in position.
Under the dim yellow light, the plain-clothed Xia Wanyuan was sewing the torn robe in her hand under the candlelight.
After the dynasty was destroyed, the precious little princess now had to personally patch her brother's torn clothes.
On the bed not far away, her younger siblings were sleeping.
The lights were like fireflies. Xia Wanyuan sat in front of the candlelight and stitched the patches into a pattern of an auspicious cloud. Because of this pattern, the coarse linen clothes seemed to have a luster.
The candlelight swayed quietly, reflecting on the hair hanging down from Xia Wanyuan's forehead, glowing gently.
