Lu Xiaoxiao wasn't sure whether she was imagining it, but after she finished greeting them, the atmosphere between the two women before her seemed to freeze.
Wei Yun's expression was still relatively normal, but Jiang Ci's brows were tightly furrowed. She had stopped talking the moment she noticed Lu Xiaoxiao approaching, pressing her thin lips together as if suppressing some emotion.
Lu Xiaoxiao was a little surprised. She thought she might have unwittingly touched another of Jiang Ci's sore spots and was about to ask, but Jiang Ci stepped back twice, clearly not intending to stay and chat with them.
"If you have something to discuss, go ahead. I'm going to memorize my lines." With that flat remark, she turned to leave. But after only two steps, she suddenly remembered something, turned back, and shoved something into Lu Xiaoxiao's arms. "Here. I wrote these when I had nothing else to do," she said coldly.
After saying that, she showed no intention of lingering and strode off to the side.
Lu Xiaoxiao stood there in bewilderment for a moment before looking down at what had been thrust into her hands.
On closer inspection, she realized it was a script for Spirit Abyss Chronicle. Flipping through it, she found handwritten notes on many of her scenes, even in several different ink colors.
Though Jiang Ci had claimed she had written them when she had nothing else to do, the care that had gone into them was obvious. She must have made a special effort to prepare them.
As Lu Xiaoxiao read, her eyes brightened. Eventually, she even let out a little laugh.
To be fair, certain sides of Jiang Ci were rather cute.
She seemed icy toward everyone, but underneath, she was someone who repaid kindness-and repaid even the smallest kindness many