"The script has been changed temporarily, take a look at it. We’ll shoot based on the new script later," Sawyer said.

Temporary script changes are quite common on set. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

But why does Aurelia feel that Sawyer’s gaze seems a bit off?

She didn’t overthink it and started reading the script.

After a while, the director called for a shoot, "Aurelia, how are you preparing? Are you adjusting to the new script? Ready to start filming?"

Aurelia nodded and walked over slowly.

Memorizing scripts isn’t difficult for her. She struggled in her studies before simply because she didn’t want to learn, not to mention Clara Philips and the others intentionally causing trouble, but that doesn’t mean she’s stupid.

On the contrary, Aurelia has a great memory.

Coupled with years of acting experience, Aurelia quickly adapted to the new script.

However, she was puzzled that the new script arranged a romantic interest for Cold, a character originally indifferent to emotions. She was indifferent to life and had no friends, with the only person she felt for being the Prince who saved her life.

Upon discovering the Prince was the enemy who killed her whole family, the last bit of warmth in Cold’s heart vanished.

The revised script gave Cold more humanity and richness.

"Director, I’m ready," Aurelia said.

Sawyer shouted towards the other side: "How’s the male actor’s preparation going?"

The stage manager jogged over, wiped the sweat nervously from his forehead, and said, "The male actor is ready too!"

...

Aurelia looked towards that direction.

Which male actor could it be?

Sawyer hadn’t informed her of the script change, so the actor must have just been decided. Could it be one of those they interviewed?

Aurelia recalled the actors they interviewed, furrowing her brow, feeling none quite fit the new character—a rebellious, slightly roguish type. Who could it be?

Aurelia was very curious.

A tall silhouette walked over, a purple robe embroidered with gold patterns, long dark hair tied loosely with a ribbon, narrow phoenix eyes with a hint of a smile, lips curled into a faintly mocking arc.

Upon seeing the face clearly, Aurelia was suddenly stunned, then furrowed her brow thinking: What is Mason Nightshade doing?!

Yes, it was indeed Mason Nightshade.

"What are you doing here?" Though asked, Aurelia was already ninety percent sure.

Mason Nightshade curled his lips and said, "Haven’t you seen the new script."

"I saw it. I also saw that I inexplicably have a new romantic interest in the script." Aurelia chuckled coldly, thinking this person was particularly childish.

"I’ll put myself out for a bit and act alongside you, don’t be too moved, after all, I’m not someone who can be easily invited," Mason Nightshade unfolded a folding fan, which had a wildly styled "Yang" character written on it.

She’s called Cold, so he chose the name "Yang"—Mo Yang.

Aurelia rubbed her brow, "Mason Nightshade, stop messing around."

"You think I’m messing around?" Mason Nightshade raised his brow, "Aurelia, you’re younger than me, and adding up both lifetimes, I’m still several years older than you. Don’t speak to me in that elder tone."

Isn’t it because he always does childish things?

How can you tell he’s someone who’s over fifty when you add up both lifetimes?

"I’m serious about wanting to act. Don’t dismiss me yet, wait and see the results later. If you’re not satisfied, you can dismiss me then," Mason Nightshade said to Aurelia, "Won’t you even give me a chance?"