"Little Shen, are you alright?"
Shen Jingwei raised his head and looked at Zhu Dongyi, who looked at him with a face full of concern.
"Yes, why?"
Shen Jingwei carefully pressed a cold but dry towel against his forehead, careful not to ruin his make-up.
"You have black circles under your eyes. Your eyes are somewhat swollen too. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Meh.
"If you can see the black circles under my eyes, it means I need to go back to the makeup tent for a touch-up. Excuse me."
"Hey... Hey, hey, Little Shen!"
Ignoring Zhu Dongyi's frantic calls, Shen Jingwei walked away. The scorching sun beat down mercilessly, the heat distorting the air around them.
The crew had to sprinkle cold water on the fresh flowers to keep them from wilting.
It would be good if they could sprinkle water on Shen Jingwei too.
Unfortunately, they did not want to risk being murdered by the creative team.