The others on set might not have known any better, but Shen Lian and his little group were both shrewd and laid-back. If the director said to get their makeup done, they did. If he said to try a scene, they tried it. Once filming was over, they found somewhere to curl up and never said more than necessary.
The drama's stylist had put a tremendous amount of effort into Pang Zhe's look.
In Shen Lian's opinion, Pang Zhe might not have been stunningly handsome, but he had a distinctive face. His workouts had also paid off: he was muscular, with wheat-colored skin. All he needed was a little light makeup that didn't obscure his natural features. Instead, the stylist had gone overboard with all sorts of flourishes. When the jet-black eyeliner came out, Shen Lian really thought it was unnecessary.
Shen Lian's own look was decent. He played the Heavenly Star Lord, dressed in red with white hair. Clearly, the investors wanted his face and liked his recent popularity, so some real care had gone into his styling.
Lin Fu had two strands of bangs like noodles hanging in front of his face, but his good looks could carry them. Huang Jiacan had a brown chicken feather on her head, which the stylist insisted was a phoenix feather. Fine. Noble Consort Huang was a peerless beauty anyway.
They could muddle through these days, one way or another.
Shen Lian had a scene opposite Pang Zhe that took several failed attempts. He was still absorbed in Pang Zhe's textbook-recitation delivery when, before he could react, he heard Pang Zhe give a soft scoff.
Shen Lian: "?"
Afterward, the three of them squatted on the steps outside, drinking special-blend beverages that cost four yuan a cup, and couldn't help lamenting how