At night, the twinkling stars filled the pitch-black sky, adorning the dark blue night sky with extraordinary brightness.
The filming of the crew's night scene was not progressing smoothly.
After several takes.
Although Director Lin was quite tormented, he still managed to suppress his bad temper, showing a helpless smile, waving his hand: "Alright, let's adjust for a few minutes and try again later. Lu Yi, take another look at your lines. If you really can't get it right, just recite a few poems you're familiar with, like 'A stone path slants up the cold mountain, where white clouds arise, there's a household. I stop my carriage loving the maple forest in the dusk, the frost-covered leaves are redder than the flowers of February,' it's fine. Don't let the lines affect your normal performance, just make sure your expressions and actions are in place. We'll add the voiceover in post-production."
Ling Lu Yi: "..."
