CHAPTER 571: CHAPTER 569: COLLAPSE OF PERSONA

On the day of their grand wedding, Princess Rong Huan wore a fiery red bridal gown and leapt from the city tower.

She used her death to commemorate her ignorant love.

The first time Wen Qiao saw this ending, she cried and raged, wishing she could enter the book and avenge Princess Rong Huan herself.

This infuriation caused her to find both Fu Jinghen and Ye Shengnan particularly unbearable in recent days.

Her annoyance with Ye Shengnan was due to him being the actor for Huo Cheng, resulting from her getting too involved in the drama.

Her dislike towards Fu Jinghen was purely due to gender association, coupled with Wen Qiao having nowhere to vent her anger. She couldn’t truly lash out at Ye Shengnan, so she took her anger out on Fu Jinghen instead.

Wen Qiao’s temper came and went suddenly. Fu Jinghen often had to endure her fury in the middle of dealing with work.

This continued for several days, and Wen Qiao never repeated the same words when she scolded Fu Jinghen.

However, Fu Jinghen not only didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed it.

He had never told Wen Qiao not to message or call him while he was working; she could reach out to him whenever she wanted.

This resulted in the entire staff of FS often seeing President Fu, who usually didn’t indulge in electronic devices, holding his phone and smiling like a fool every day.

It was somewhat character-breaking.

Today, because the final scenes were being filmed, "Red Makeup" was, in the truest sense, Wen Qiao’s first drama, and she was somewhat reluctant to let it go.

Also, because today’s scenes were what she considered the saddest of the entire drama, she felt extremely down after shooting them.

With various emotions intertwined, Wen Qiao lashed out at Fu Jinghen again.

Not knowing what Fu Jinghen was doing, she didn’t get an immediate response from him.

Wen Qiao pouted her lips, secretly cursing that all men indeed acted disgustingly.

When she showed him a bit of warmth, he started to give her the cold shoulder.

"Qiaoqiao, come over, we’re starting the official shoot."

The scene assistant came to fetch her.

"Coming."

Wen Qiao put down her phone, straightened her dress, and walked over.

She stood on the city tower in Princess Rong Huan’s bridal gown, her long hair lifting with the wind, as did the hem of her dress, creating a tragically beautiful curve.

Princess Rong Huan smiled as she watched Huo Cheng running towards her, still dressed in his matching wedding attire, his face undisguised with urgency, just like when he was her guard. Every time she had a bump or a bruise, he would get more nervous than she.

It was funny in a way; the most sorrowful and happiest moments in her life were both brought to her by Huo Cheng.

She knew Huo Cheng loved her, but there was too much between them, barriers of issues that love alone couldn’t mend or cross.

"Ah Huan, come down!"

His voice grew from afar to near, and his figure gradually merged with the Huo Cheng she once knew. She parted her lips lightly, her voice ethereal as if it could dissipate with a breeze.

"Huo Cheng, I love you."

Princess Rong Huan opened her arms, then leaned back and fell.

Snowflakes fell heavily from the sky, and behind her was a flawless expanse of white.

The piercing wind grazed her cheeks; Huo Cheng’s figure became hazy. She raised her hand, wanting to touch him one last time, then slowly closed her eyes. A single tear slid from her eye down her cheek and followed as her body landed on the snow-covered ground.

The nation was destroyed, her family slaughtered, and she could do nothing, nor could she stop loving Huo Cheng. This contradiction and suffering tore at her heart daily.