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"Such enthusiasm," Chen Waan commented curiously. Miyu took Chen Waan inside the dressing room and removed her clothes.

The girl was going through this for the first time and felt awkward but knew that she could not put on any of the complicated dresses by herself. Miyu, on the other hand, was impressed that the girl did not scream or break anything out of embarrassment.

Miyu had dealt with a lot of newcomers, and she had already heard that this girl had only been with the company for three weeks. But she already loved her aptitude.

"Does it feel okay?" she finally finished dressing her up. Chen Waan looked at her attire. She had been adorned with a blue colored 'hakama' complete with the wide sleeved jacket, making it a full 'kamishimo'. It felt a bit weird at first but the fabric was very comfortable.

Miyu went on to do Chen Waan's makeup. Since samurais were predominantly males, Miyu put the make-up in such a way that Chen Waan's sharp jaw was highlighted. Although her features remained as prominent, it was hard to tell if she was a female. Her chest had been wrapped tightly as well.

At the end, a black haired wig was put on her head with long silky hair, tied at the back in a long pony tail. Chen Waan looked at herself in the mirror but could not recognize herself.

"Oh my God, you look so cute. Later, I will make sure to make Mo Yifan a worthy master for you. Do wait, okay?" Miyu led her to another room where she was supposed to practice her facial expressions for her photoshoot.

In reality, this was just an excuse. Miyu had been contacted by Wang Zenghao for sure, but Wang Zibo had contacted her during the time Mo Yifan and Chen Waan were traveling to the location of the photoshoot. He had explained her everything, including the plans of his dad about the two and how he screwed up last night. He had asked Miyu for help in restoring their relationship.

And, so, Miyu had come up with the plan. She was going to make them the most beautiful people on the planet but not let them meet during the dress changes. She wanted to gauge how they would react on seeing each other.

Miyu was, after all, not only one of the most famous make-up artists, she held the position of director at WhirlWind Entertainment's Japanese branch. She was also responsible for devising photo concepts and such. She had been working for the company for past ten years now. She knew what the Wang father son duo liked like the back of her hand.

And she was a great friend to Wang Zibo too. He would come to her often about his own troubles and such. She had been romantically interested in him for quite a while, but that wood block only knew work. Nonetheless, she was going to fulfill all his wishes.

And she did really believe that Chen Waan and Mo Yifan would look good together. The girl's temperament was good too. All she had to now judge was how they treated each other.

Chen Waan was called first for her individual photoshoot suddenly.

"I have individual photoshoot too? Am I not just an aide?" she asked the boy who had come to call her on the set.

"I am not sure. The photographer said she needed you, so I am here," the boy replied to her, embarrassed. He was just an errand boy. Plus, he was also flustered to hear Japanese from this girl. Now he understood why his colleague was praising this girl so much.

"Okay," she shrugged her shoulders and followed the boy.

The set had been changed to a beautiful backdrop of pink cherry blossoms. They had arranged a small platform in the room which was a part of a garden. There was a fake cherry blossom tree at the side as well. An empty chair was in the middle.

"Welcome. You are the famous Chen Waan eh? Nice to meet you, I am the photographer today, Layla Moriyama," the photographer put down her camera and came to take the girl to the platform herself. She had to explain the imagery in her mind to this rookie first. She had also heard that this girl was just three weeks into her training and that she was a fresh meat.

Chen Waan was quite mesmerized by the set-up itself. She had never imagined that her first ever official assignment would be in her country of dreams in traditional attire. She still could not believe that she was not dreaming.

She also greeted the photographer politely, using perfect Japanese. Everyone present, who had not already heard use the language gasped in surprise.

Even before she stepped onto the platform, a bunch of questions regarding her skills came hurling at her from different people. She suddenly felt like she was facing an interview right now. Layla had already picked up her camera and started clicking the pictures during this period.

Someone handed Chen Waan a heavy sword. From the weight, it felt like it was the real deal.

"Chen Waan, please step up on the stage. The chair is for your master. You have to pretend to look longingly at the chair, alright? Mo Yifan would enter later, and we will keep continuing the shoot. This whole thing is almost a small act, so do not stop and do not break the character," Layla provided the instruction through a megaphone. Chen Waan nodded.

She entered the scene with her back straight. From her knowledge of Samurais, they were proud and skilled swordsmen who would do anything for their master. But from the prompts she received just now, it seemed that there was a theme to this act, boys love?

She unsheathed her sword and vigilantly looked around for any enemies. And then she sat down on the ground beside the chair, running her fingers around at the armrest of the chair gently, as if she was missing her master very much. Her eyes had such sadness, like she knew how she felt for her master, but could not act on it.

Layla gave signal to her crew to turn the fan on. The petals from the fake tree started falling slowly. Chen Waan's hair flew with the gentle breeze. Everyone on the set was completely sucked into the act.

They did not even realize when Mo Yifan had entered the room. He slowly stepped up on the stage. Chen Waan heard her master's footsteps and immediately got up to take her position behind the chair. She went back to her poker face and greeted her master with a bow.

Mo Yifan asked her to raise her head. Per the script, they had been together for several years, so Mo Yifan did not consider her as a servant but as a friend. She was obviously shorter than him. He directly looked into her eyes, making her slightly blush.

He raised his hand. Chen Waan wanted to close her eyes but she remembered she was a samurai here, not a girl. Even if her master wanted to kiss her, it was her own duty to stop him. They both were males in this act and during that time, it was a forbidden act.

In the end, he just removed a petal from her hair. His blue eyes were so gentle that if she did not know better, she would really have fallen for him at this moment.

Mo Yifan sat down at the chair, taking his dominant role as the master while Chen Waan looked at his broad shoulders from behind. She had to let go of her feelings or leave his side. What was her decision going to be? Why did it tear her heart so much when it was just an act?

Unbeknown to her, a tear suddenly came out of her eye and rolled down her cheek.