early morning.
Luna Collins rode his horse galloping in the grassland until Director Zou finished shooting a shot he was satisfied with. After that, he stopped. The door of the Maybach parked in the outermost circle opened, and Blackwood Fu stretched his long legs and walked to Director Zou, and the two said something.
Until she reached him on horseback.
Blackwood Fu raised his head, the warm sun fell on his pupils, just like the golden luster on the sparkling sea, beautiful like a fairyland, concealing the sharpness in the depth and adding a bit of gentleness.
"time to go."
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...