Lu Xiao stood behind the director and others, just watching her silhouette.
Seeing all the scenes she was filming, it felt as if a knife had gouged a bloody trench in his heart, with blood continuously gushing out.
His fists clenched tighter and tighter.
No wonder this morning when he said he would accompany her for the filming, her face changed immediately, and she refused by all means.
At that time, he didn't think much about it, only concerned that she was being targeted, and he needed to personally ensure her safety.
She even told him to be psychologically prepared for this scene and not to take it too seriously.
But not until he witnessed it with his own eyes and felt almost suffocated by the pain from those scenes did he fully understand what she meant.
Why she didn't want him to watch.
Although he knew it was just a play and it was fake, it still deeply moved him.
Not because of the male lead's sacrifice, but because of — the female lead's suicide.
