To create the image of a sallow, emaciated drug addict, thin as a bamboo pole, Fang wore unusually loose long-sleeved shirts and baggy pants throughout the film. But once he put on this white tracksuit, his long, straight legs were immediately revealed. Combined with his sharply defined features beneath a close-cropped haircut, even the faint weariness of someone recovering from a serious illness could not stop the makeup artists from staring.
One of them could not help sighing. "Clothes make the man, just as gold adorns the Buddha. We never got that feeling from his old look, but now that he's dressed up, this youthful, breathtaking beauty is so sharp it's simply too much to handle!"
Lu Heng lowered his head slightly and smiled. A glimmer seemed to pass through his eyes, now once again clear and bright after getting enough sleep. It was like a feather brushing lightly over one's heart, softening it at once.
Freshly styled, Lu Heng pushed open the makeup room door and walked onto the set.
In that instant, even those working or waiting for their scenes on set could not help spacing out.
Liu Jiawei, seated in a lounge chair, blinked and teased with a smile, "Director Mai, just look at how much your film has put people through. After shooting for so long, I nearly forgot that our Lu Heng is such a handsome young man!"
"It's enough that you remember now." Mai Chengliang looked Lu Heng over again and again with particular satisfaction, then waved for everyone to take their places.
The final scene was an outdoor shoot. It was set outside a drug rehabilitation center in Hong Kong. Li Guorui, having successfully completed the mission, brought Fang, who had been shot, back to Huaxia and sent him to rehab.
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