The director had already talked about the shooting sequence with Ye Sui, roughly divided into several directions, and the rest was left up to her. The lighting equipment was also in place, and the shooting began.

  Ye Sui reclined on the couch, a carved mirror in her hand, and carefully looked at her face. Her every frown and every smile fitted her perfectly.

  Originally, the next step was to get up, but Ye Sui’s vision blurred a bit, and her eyes felt sour.

  She frowned, but she couldn’t keep up with the script, so she had to start from the beginning. The previous shots were no longer usable.

  After the first batch of dresses was filmed, everyone on the set went to lunch. Ye Sui sat under the shade of the tree and watched the sun fade.

  In the morning, the weather was clearly fine, but at noon, it was cloudy. The gray sky enveloped the Xia Zhou Palace, as if a storm was brewing.

  The red wall at the moment looked somber and dark. Beneath the shadows, the formerly bright red seemed to have become rusty, exuding a kind of gloomy aura.

  The staff had all gone to eat, and there was no one around. On the rusty-red wall, a gray shadow drifted across.

  Ye Sui froze, wondering if she was just misinterpreting what she saw. She looked around and saw no ghost.

  But when she looked at the wall, the shadow appeared again, and she could vaguely see the person was dressed in Xia Zhou clothes. She was not able to discern other features.

  Like the shadow of a palace maid had drifted by.

  The old dreams and shadows of the past flitted by. It was gray, as if covered by a layer of fog. It seemed not real and very distant.

  Ye Sui felt familiar and wondered if she had seen it somewhere, but every time she thought about it, her head ached.

  Her head hurt, her hands shook, and the cup she was holding fell on the ground. The water spilled all over the floor.

  “Sui Sui, you are out of it today.” Xiao Liu felt strange and asked with concern, “You didn’t sleep well last night?”


  Just as Xiao Liu came back, she saw Ye Sui dropping her cup. She helped Ye Sui pick it up and handed her a glass of hot water again.

  Ye Sui smiled and didn’t tell Xiao Liu the truth, only saying, “Maybe I am too tired.”


  When she first arrived at Yingshi City in the morning, there was an uneasy feeling. The longer she stayed, the more distinct it became.

  This was the second time that Ye Sui had seen the Xia Zhou palace. The difference was that she had just taken a look outside the wall back then, but this time, she was standing inside, barely catching a glimpse of the Xia Zhou palace.

  No matter the palace or the dress, every place seemed familiar.

  But before Ye Sui came to this world, she had never known about this Xia Zhou palace. Where did this familiar feeling come from?

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  Early morning.

  The March wind was still cold, and the whole city was enshrouded in a thin white mist.

  Ye Sui had to visit out of town and needed to go out early. She set the alarm clock before going to bed.

  At six o’clock, the alarm went off. The blaring sound rang in the quiet room, making it particularly disturbing in the middle of a dream.

  Her mobile phone was placed beside her bed. As soon as she heard the alarm, she subconsciously reached out her hand and turned it off. She was in a deep sleep, so she fell asleep again.Original translation is from chichipeph.com

  Although the alarm clock did not wake Ye Sui up, it did wake up Chen Shu. He knew Ye Sui had to leave in the morning and did not sleep too deeply. As soon as the alarm clock rang, he woke up.

  It was not too bright yet outside. The sky was pale blue, and a hazy fog was everywhere.

  Chen Shu sat up in bed, turned on the small lamp beside the bed, and looked at the sleeping Ye Sui.

  Ye Sui had already drifted back into the dreamland. Her whole face was buried in the quilt, looking completely undisturbed. Chen Shu couldn’t help but smile, reluctant to wake her up.

  Chen Shu leaned down slightly and patted Ye Sui’s shoulder. “It’s time to get up.”


  Ye Sui snorted. Without opening her eyes, she held the quilt tightly. She didn’t want to get up at all.