She just wanted to see him once more, to return to the night they got married, just once.
Let her recall it once, let her recreate the scene just once.
That would be enough.
"We'll film this afternoon," Xia Weibao said softly.
Her gaze drifted, not daring to look into his eyes.
"Okay, I'll go make the arrangements. You go get your makeup done first."
"Director Lu..."
Seeing him turn to leave, Xia Weibao called out to him, hesitating to speak further.
Lu Hualiang lightly laughed and touched her head.
He didn't say anything.
Xia Weibao felt even more guilty.
He was so smart, he must have guessed it all.
Yet he still went along with her.
Suddenly, she felt a blockage in her heart, filled with bitterness.
Lu Garden was vast, and there was a Water Heart Pavilion on the back mountain, with a little bridge and artificial hill, quaint and full of ancient charm.
It was very suitable for taking this kind of historical-themed photos.
So Xia Weibao had chosen to shoot there.
