Chapter 1171: Chapter 1167 Filming
The event quickly came to a close, and they went through the next scene and soon rushed off to their respective schedules. Qiao Xiaren arrived at the Crisis III film set, continuing to shoot her scenes.
Alice, as Qiao Xiaren’s exclusive makeup artist, put a lot of care into her looks. The three distinct roles posed a certain challenge for Alice.
Ailino’s hair was a light brown, and Alice suddenly had a burst of inspiration, giving her a pinkish complexion, instantly transforming her look into that of an 18-year-old girl.
One of the main storylines of the film is the love between Ailino and Jin. The makeup artist dabbed and stroked on Jason’s face, quickly finishing the look.
"Action!"
Ailino’s youth and liveliness were displayed in front of the camera, and even Jason sometimes had the illusion, so immersed in the character that he genuinely felt as if he were Jin and Qiao Xiaren was Ailino.
Jin drove over in a sports car, his cold and hard face showing not an ounce of extra emotion. Perhaps due to that face, Qiao Xiaren felt Jason’s appearance seemed to come with its own BGM, that handsome face veiled by the rain curtain causing the female staff on set to suppress screams in their throats.
Cyril felt that this could practically serve as a publicity trailer.
The set had a water truck for artificial rain, and before shooting, Qiao Xiaren repeatedly pondered this scene, seriously considering Ailino’s emotions and demeanor in this moment.
Besides that, she also rehearsed the script with Jason several times.
No joke, she didn’t want to be drenched countless times under the water truck with Jason.
Ailino appeared very disheveled in the rain scene, her slightly curly long hair wetly clinging to her fair face, her gaze revealing a sense of desolation and utter despair.
In that instant, it was as if the world was collapsing.
This girl’s world crumbled just like that.
She reached out, wiped the rainwater off her face, and looked obstinately and tenaciously in that direction. The man stepped out of the car holding a black umbrella, his face unreadable. The edge of the umbrella hid everything but his firm and handsome chin.
Through the rain curtain, the camera slowly moved up, soon revealing the man’s cold and beautiful face. The polished black shoes tranquilly stepping on the rain-soaked ground, eyes indifferent.
Cyril stared at the camera, his eyes basically glued to the monitor.
Qiao Xiaren’s eyes showed a hint of subtle sadness, her brows in the rain like gentle green hills, her smile no longer carrying the youthful sweetness it once did, but instead a faint bitterness appeared.
She lifted her gaze, carrying a touch more melancholy. Upon closer inspection, there was a heart-wrenching feeling. The quiet exchange of glances yet conveyed her sorrow.
"Are you really going to leave me?"
The man showed no expression, but upon a closer look, beneath his aloofness, there was a ripple of concealed pain.
"Ailino, I’ve told you, I have no heart."
The man turned around and walked away, that turning away moment was particularly sorrowful and cruel in the drizzling rainy night. Ailino suddenly knelt on the ground, covering her face, trembling in pain as if in convulsion, tears streaming through her fingers.
Heartbreaking, even despairing.
"Cut!"
That take was done, and Cyril broke out in a cold sweat just from watching.
If there were several more takes, it would surely torture the actors to the brink, but fortunately, both were quite dedicated and skilled, so no major issues arose.
The scene left everyone on set deeply moved and in anguish, with the director finally calling cut. The atmosphere felt heavy, and everyone was still deeply immersed in the previous emotions, unable to extricate themselves.