An Chuyu's scenes would wrap in less than a month, and she hoped there would be no unexpected troubles.
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After finishing the day's shooting, An Chuyu got on the nanny van, preparing to head back to the hotel for some rest.
In the van, Zhu Cuixi couldn't keep her eyes to herself, glancing repeatedly at An Chuyu's head. The short hair, almost the same length as a boy's, made her features stand out more clearly. During makeup, the stylist had put in a lot of effort to soften her presence, resulting in a frail appearance.
An Chuyu, aware of her gaze and prepared for it, calmly pulled out a deep blue knitted hat from her bag, put it on, crossed her arms, and rested against the pillow.
Zhu Cuixi pursed her lips, "It looks nice, why cover it up?"
An Chuyu turned her head and shot her a look, "You're about to stare a hole into my head."
Zhu Cuixi chuckled and apologized several times, then asked her, "Has Mr. Xi seen you like this yet? What was his reaction?"
"No," An Chuyu said.