As spring deepens, green fills every corner, Rosie Scott is already in the car arranged by Charles Anderson heading to the film crew; the marker on the girl's face is concealed by foundation, no longer visible. The sun reflected outside the window glints off her long lashes, and there was a puzzled look in her eyes, wondering what Charles Anderson really means?
This morning during breakfast, she stubbornly refused to eat, no matter how unique Charles Anderson praised the dishes on the table, she just wouldn't pick up her chopsticks, with a comical face, and a gloomy expression at the corners of her eyes; afterwards, the man even personally picked up a soup dumpling and brought it to her mouth.
His eyes were shining softly, holding chopsticks in one hand, and the other hand placed under her chin to catch any dripping soup, his gentle demeanor was like a light striking straight at the heart.
