The interview ended, and the crowd departed in a flurry.
Jiang Qingli held up two gowns to the mirror, comparing them. She tilted her head and asked the young man beside her, "Which one is better?"
Gu Nian had finished his part and rushed over from the stage, still dressed in his black robe.
But he had deliberately washed the fake blood off his face before coming. His features were exquisite and beautiful; you would never imagine that just half an hour ago, he had been playing the role of a terrifying tyrant on stage.
Hearing her words, Gu Nian gazed at her reflection in the mirror for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
After a pause, he pointed to the one on the left and gave his reason, "The other one is strapless. It would be inconvenient for raising your arms, and there are floating cameras in the air."
Jiang Qingli picked up the gown, and Gu Nian headed for the door.
