She thought she could speak calmly with Rong Lan, but it turned out she was overthinking everything. She felt a bit distracted, thinking about the previous misunderstandings with Rong Lan, a feeling she couldn’t quite describe. Aside from adding to her troubles, wanting to interact with him calmly was not so easy.
"Sister Qin, your complexion doesn’t look so good, are you alright?"
Qin Miaomiao, snapping out of her daze, suddenly realized that she could never quite grasp her feelings for Rong Lan. Whenever she saw him, she would rember how he had saved her. Clearly understanding what kind of person Rong Lan was, knowing he wouldn’t trouble her, yet seeing his pursuing gaze on the film set, she still wanted to avoid him.
The filming of "Secret Number Six" went smoothly from the start. Because the lead actress was Lin Xiaoxiao, Song Li would occasionally visit the set, leaving quickly each ti.
None of these slipped past Qin Miaomiao’s eyes, but her mood was even more tense than before the movie had started shooting. She rubbed her temples and withdrew her worried gaze, yet inside she felt an indescribable emotion.
"Cat!"
The director, satisfied that the shot was captured in one take, prepared to switch scenes.
Rong Lan smiled, nodding at Lin Xiaoxiao, "Good job, let’s get ready for the next scene."
"Okay." Lin Xiaoxiao said, taking a sip from the cup her assistant handed her.
Surveying the set, Rong Lan’s gaze didn’t rest for a mont among the crowd. His eyes grew anxious, becoming increasingly urgent. Finally, he found his target and a smile reappeared on his lips.
"In the upcoming scene, pay special attention to the fluctuations in your emotions. The director and I discussed that you’ll have a close-up highlighting your fear, Xiao Xiao, we’re counting on you later."
Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, "I was planning on doing that anyway, but hearing you say it like this makes look forward to it."
"As long as you don’t get nervous, just perform as usual."
Speaking, Qin Miaomiao inadvertently caught sight of Rong Lan staring in her direction. She flashed a faint smile at him, yet inside felt an inexplicable strange sensation.
Being stared at by a man is nothing, but his gaze was both provocative and expectant, carrying a sense of concern that led one’s mind to wander.
Qin Miaomiao knew she had a husband and children, yet couldn’t respond to Rong Lan’s silent dedication. She could only treasure this feeling as a lifeti keepsake in her heart, even though deep gratitude couldn’t bring her closer to Rong Lan. Should her family suspect jealousy, it wouldn’t be a trivial matter.
"When did you arrive?" Rong Lan asked.
"I haven’t been here long." Qin Miaomiao replied.
Rong Lan, inspecting Qin Miaomiao, hadn’t expected her to look much better since they’d last seen each other, seemingly Lu Qing was genuinely taking good care of her.
"I was worried your complexion might not be good."
Rong Lan’s words surprised Qin Miaomiao; she nodded with astonishnt, "I’m doing well. Rong Lan, you don’t need to worry about . Rather, you seem thinner since that last incident."
He, on the contrary, looked indifferent, "I’m a man, naturally my physique is more robust than yours. I’m in good health, having regular annual checkups, so there’s no need to worry about ."
Qin Miaomiao nodded, feeling uncertain whether to be relieved or troubled. She knew Rong Lan was soone who cared for others and never reported anything bad, always saying not to worry.
Even if she truly was worried, Qin Miaomiao felt it inappropriate to ask him on the set.
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