He didn't enter the play, he fell into her eyes, he always knew who he was, and never completely brought himself into the role, especially when playing against her, he always left a little sobriety, he was Song Yi, not Yan Taiziyu, and she was always Zhou Ran to him.

On the one hand, he follows the ups and downs of the plot, and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows are all according to the description in the script, but on the other hand, he is extremely calm and observes all the plots of this fiction.

However, when he looked into those painful eyes, he could no longer restrain his emotions that were about to get out of control, and those beautiful eyes should not have sadness, should not have pain, should not be like a pool of stagnant water.

Zhou Ran looked at him fixedly, couldn't help frowning slightly in confusion, his long eyelashes moved, and asked him what was going on with his eyes.

Seeing that the eyes were calming down, and even a little alienated and indifferent, Song Yicai came back to his senses, restrained his expression, and got up and sat aside.

"I'm sorry, Wen Dao, please do it all over again." He waved his hand towards where Wen Qifeng was, and said loudly.

The staff hurriedly stepped forward to help sort out the costume styling and the props and arrows inserted in his body, and then returned to their original positions.

After the scene notes loudly played the board, the scene began again from the part where the situation just appeared.

Song Yi was covered above Zhou Ran, and after watching her enter the play, he sighed almost inaudibly, holding her face with both hands, and slowly kissed the tears in the corners of her eyes with the emotions that belonged to Prince Yu.

Wen Qifeng immediately raised his hand to give the two of them a close-up shot, and looked at the screen with bated breath.

Feeling the tightening of his fingers, the heat of his palms on his face and the slightly cool lips, Zhou Ran's thick eyelashes trembled.

"I can't bear you, Ah Li, I want you to be with me forever, but...... I don't want you to die with me......" He looked at her eyes seriously, murmured reluctantly, and said his final goodbye affectionately, his body went limp, and he fell weakly on her body.

At this time, Wen Qifeng didn't miss a minute and watched Zhou Ran's performance, she didn't shout, she didn't scream, she didn't scream, she was just tight, her forehead was bruised, her forehead was wet with sweat, and her lips were bitten so tightly that they were white and bleeding.

She half-sat up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then hugged the person on her body, her eyes were dead, the back of her trembling hand was bulging, and every detail silently exuded indescribable despair and sorrow, far more heart-palpitating than a heart-rending roar.

"It's okay, I'm going to find you after all, so why don't you go first." She was dumbfounded, brushed away the long hair scattered on his sideburns with her hand, patiently wiped every drop of blood from his face, stared at him deeply, slowly pulled out the long sword inserted in the side with her right hand, wrapped her left hand around his waist, held the long sword, and sank into her body inch by inch until the sword body pierced from behind.

Her head rested on his shoulder, her face pale, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, her smiling lips oozed red blood, her hands gradually slipped to her sides, and her eyes filled with deep affection slowly closed.

This silent interpretation is more shocking than sound, and her every look and every movement makes people feel the ultimate desolation and sadness. Until the director called the card, everyone was still immersed in this sadness.