Eleanor Spencer's eyes were slightly red, with tears swirling at the bottom. She bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and sullenly nodded, saying with a voice tinged with a sob, "I understand, director, I will do my best."
Her eyelashes obscured her eyes, but a trace of vicious cold light flashed in her pupils—Aurelia Shaw!
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"I'm sorry, I want to be alone for a while," Aurelia Shaw said politely to the enthusiastic young stage crew girl as she returned to the lounge, washed the blood stains off her face, took off the heavy costume, and wearily rubbed her temples.
The stage crew girl noticed the fatigue on Aurelia Shaw's face, blinked with sympathy, and nodded vigorously, "Okay, you rest well, I'll take the costume to the wardrobe department."
