At this point, the scene was considered finished.
There had been a great deal of preparation beforehand. Lighting, set arrangement, and similar matters had consumed plenty of time; they might spend an entire day on those alone, while the actual filming did not take very long.
Luo Chuan watched the recorded footage on the light screen, his left hand supporting his chin, his expression thoughtful.
No one else dared speak, afraid of disturbing Luo Chuan and even more afraid of hearing that all-too-familiar line—something felt off.
Feelings were vague and impossible to explain. It would have been fine if the boss could point out exactly what was wrong, but they could only think it over themselves, which was truly a headache.
"The feeling..."
Luo Chuan slowly opened his mouth, and everyone's hearts seemed to rise with it. They were deeply apprehensive, afraid of hearing those familiar words, afraid they would not even be in the mood for lunch.
No one spoke. They quietly waited for what Luo Chuan would say next, every second seeming unbearably long.
Ji Wuhui was utterly baffled. He had only just arrived and knew nothing of the situation, but since no one else was speaking, he could not very well interrupt. He could only wait.
"It's alright."
Fortunately, Luo Chuan did not make them wait long. A few seconds later, he spoke the rest of his sentence, and everyone let out a sigh of relief.
It was alright, which meant there was no major problem. Theoretically, that was how it should be.
"However, I think there's still room for improvement. Everyone rest for ten minutes for now, then we'll reshoot it." Luo Chuan made his decision.
Everyone: ...
Had the boss realized he kept saying the same thing, so he had switched to a more tactful