The Isolated Island (20)

"The first take of the second scene, drifting in the sea, action!" The field recorder shouted across the beach. A rope was attached to the back hull of the ship and was tied around the edge of the pier extended outwards. The director watched the boat cross the tides and stood by the connected monitor, watching the image from the beach. 

The camera swept over, and the two people began to perform the various modalities required in the script in order.

 The shadows of the sunset reflected on his cheeks, and the warm orange tones made Chu Yi's cold complexion warm. He stared out into the distance biting his lips unconsciously, a trace of wetness staining his lips unconsciously.

With the faint jerk of the boat, he could vaguely feel the rope that held the boat go taut as it hit the limit but he didn't break the act.

Ruan Quixi's throat moved and he called out again, much sifter this time, "Baby?"