"Xia Xia, what's the matter with the wound on your face?" Novan and Zongxia went into the elevator together. Seeing that the wound on her forehead was still bleeding, he took out a tissue and wiped it for her.

"nothing." Zongxia obviously didn't want to answer. He smiled at novan and explained casually, "you don't have to worry about getting hurt when auditioning."

when he saw that Zongxia didn't want to speak, he didn't ask again, but his eyes were stained with loss.

as the elevator slowly descended, Zong Xia lowered her head slightly, and there was some tingling on her forehead. She couldn't help thinking of the director's satisfied...