Sweet Wife in My Arms

He quietly kept her company, just like how she always accompanied him in the past when he was busy.

Yan Huan put down the script and yawned. She saw Lu Yi sitting on a chair, with a book on his lap. He was flipping through the pages. Then, he seemed to feel her gaze and did the same thing as Yan Huan, their eyes eventually meeting each other.

"You're done?"

"Yeah," Yan Huan nodded and said, "I'm done."

"Are you going to bed then?"

He continued asking.

Yan Huan nodded again and yawned, "I've been filming for the whole day, I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep."

"Go sleep." Lu Yi raised his fingers and placed them gently on the computer screen. "Eat well and don't be picky with your food."

"I know." Yan Huan reached out to touch the computer screen as well. For a split second, it was as though the act of doing so had shortened their distance to a mere arm's length.

"Action." Director Jin raised his arm again. The rest of the crew were on their marks and the cameras focused on Yan Huan, who was getting into character right now.

The Little White Fox was sitting at the edge of the well, a gentle wind teasing the hems of her clothes. She lifted her face and the moonlight dusted itself upon her face. In that instant, it cast an almost ethereal hue her face, like a dazzling palette of five colors, or perhaps a blend of seven gentle hues.

She lowered her head. There was water in the well, clear and transparent water. However, what remained unseen to the eyes of mortals were the black wafts of death aura coming from the bottom of the well.

Everything came from water, and the plagues here had also originated from this well, which was the only location with water.

She reached her extended hand, a small knife lying in her palm. The knife reflected a bleak glow under the moonlight, though appearing more fuzzy than frosty due to the moonshine.

Grandmother once said, Whitey, your blood is where all your magical energy is concentrated. So remember, you must protect yourself.

Whitey gripped her wrist and bit her lips. She was torn, the choice was hard to make.

Then, she sniffled and put the knife on her wrist, lightly slashing across it.

A clean fragrance wafted through the air in an instant. Everyone could not help opening their eyes at the smell.

"It smells so good!"

Exactly, it smelled good.

It was akin to the blossoming flowers in spring, similar to the sweetest spring in the mountains, and also the tastiest foods – thick chunks of meat and large juicy chickens. Swallowing sounds could be heard intermittently.

It had been so long since there was such a fragrance. It was as though they could smell whatever kind of smell they wished in the air. There was still such a clean scent in this contaminated world.

Meanwhile, the Little White Fox raised her wrist above the well, blood trickling down from the wound. She lowered her eyelashes, her serene face as pale as the moonlight.

A smudge of frosty white fell upon her quivering eyelashes.

Director Jin called for the filming to stop, the scene had ended here. He felt increasingly satisfied with Yan Huan's performance. Other than at the beginning, when she had difficulties going into character, her performance in these few days had been excellent, almost beyond her usual standards.

During lunchtime, Ye Shuyun specially delivered lunch to Yan Huan.

"Ugh, no wonder they say that a child who has a doting mom is like treasure," Liang Chen commented sourly.

"Aren't you eating the same thing as me?" Yan Huan glanced at Liang Chen's portion of food, which had more meat in it than hers. Liang Chen appeared more like the true daughter, even though I'm the actual daughter in law.

"That's because aunt treats me well." Liang Chen leaned on Ye Shuyun's shoulder affectionately and said, "Are you jealous that she gave me more meat?"

Yan Huan stretched her lips into a fake smile.

She would be more worried if she actually had that much meat.

These few pieces of meat were more than enough for her.

She sat and ate quietly while Ye Shuyun placed two bowls of soup before them and told them to drink it.

Ye Shuyun let out a sigh. She had been watching television in the past, but she was not the least bit aware that filming was such a tough job. It truly was not easy to be an actor.

She was not familiar with the filming career, therefore she could not help them in this area. Hence, she could only put more effort on their nutrition as that was the only thing she could do for them.

They did not rest for long after lunch. Even though they still had plenty of time now, they would have to speed up the filming progress soon so that they would have more time for post-production editing.

As a result, they did not really have much time left, especially if they were going after the best quality they can give. Time was of the essence for a film group like this, therefore the pressure on the actors was immensely high.

Fortunately, Yan Huan and Liang Chen had experienced such hardships before. Insignificant pressures like this was nothing to them, since they had climbed their way up with true ability. Acting was what they were born to do.

The heavier the pressure, the better their performance.

Soon came the scene where the two best actresses were pitted against each other.

The people in the town were getting better every day, but the sparkle in the Little White Fox's eyes seemed to have lost its lustre. She was walking forward, her feet, clothes and her face sullied with dirt.

She found a place to sit.

She placed her hands on her stomach when it growled pitifully. It was her first time knowing how uncomfortable it was to be on an empty stomach.

"The county owner is distributing food… The county owner is distributing food..." Everyone cheered and turned to spread the news to one another, saying that the county owner was distributing food at the city gate to anyone who needed it. There were snowy white buns and white rice.

Two buns per person and a bowl of rice would be distributed to each of them.

The Little White Fox swallowed. She walked forward unconsciously, constantly licking her chapped and flaky lips.

However, she fell on the ground after being shoved around a few times by the wild crowd. She picked herself up from the ground and shakily lifted her hands to inspect the damage. They were scraped and bloody.

She stood up, hiding her hands in her sleeves. The sensation of hunger was instinctive, she really wanted to eat something. She tried to worm her way to the front of the crowd, moving step by step. Her eyes were dull, as if they were covered by a thin layer of mist.

She squeezed through the crowd with great difficulty. Looking at those buns that were made of white flour, she could not help swallowing her saliva again.

"Here." A hand picked up a bun and placed it in front of her.