Aurelia Shaw's peach blossom eyes curved, and the smile flickering in her eyes sent a chill down Andrew Kennedy's spine, "Because we need to shoot close-up scenes, I agreed to a real kiss. Since you're so experienced, you better perform well later. I hope we can cooperate happily."

Threat... Andrew Kennedy heard the subtle threat in her "kind" words.

If he doesn't cooperate...

Andrew Kennedy shivered, thinking: Clearly, he was the senior, but her aura always seemed to overshadow him.

...

"Yo! Mason, you're still at the company?" Grayson Quinn walked into Mason Nightshade's office, a smile of amusement in his eyes.

Mason Nightshade slightly lifted his head, frowning at him.

Grayson Quinn said slowly, "I heard there was a kissing scene for your wife today, I thought you would be on set keeping an eye."

Mason Nightshade's eyes flashed with sharpness, and with a dark face, he strode out, the door slamming shut with a "bang!" due to the force.

Grayson Quinn chuckled lightly, "Tsk tsk, fake seriousness." He glanced at Gustavo Yates, "Little Yates, keeping secrets?"

Gustavo Yates's face turned red immediately, "No, no, no... not at all! How could I not tell the boss about something like this..."

Grayson Quinn shook his head, and said meaningfully to himself, "Alas, the rigorous training from the military has been tainted by the glitz of the metropolis."

...

On set.

As the first snow fell, a cold wind swept the remaining snow over the cliff's edge where the two stood. Lucas Taylor held Anne Hart in his arms, an arrow in her chest. With each word, her breath weakened, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid I can no longer serve by your side."

"Why...? Why take this arrow for me?" Lucas Taylor asked, heartbroken.

A tear slipped from Anne Hart's eye, "Everyone says I resemble Princess Anne. If she were alive, she would definitely take this arrow for you too.

Though everyone says Princess Anne was treasonous and rebellious, I know she had you in her heart.

Your Majesty, do you have Anne Hart in your heart?"

Lucas Taylor's lips trembled, unable to speak.

Anne Hart smiled slightly, not wanting to hear his answer, "Could you kiss me? Just me, Anne Hart, okay?"

No longer someone's shadow, not being seen as someone else, just Anne Hart, a kiss for her, from the man she loves.

Lucas Taylor looked at her deeply, his tears falling on her cheek as his face drew closer and closer, closing his eyes forcefully...

"Zzz—" The lights inside suddenly went out!

Andrew Kennedy was startled, looking around. Aurelia Shaw stepped out of his arms, frowning and looking puzzled as she asked, "Director Caleb, why did the power suddenly go out?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Crew, go check what went wrong."

After a while, a staff member came over, leaning in to whisper something to Caleb.

Caleb's face changed, swallowing nervously, and instinctively glanced into the darkness.

Although he couldn't see anything.

Yet he inexplicably wiped away the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead.

"Well... there seems to be an issue with the electric line, we won't be shooting today. Everyone go take a break."

With that, he scurried away with the script to the director's lounge.

-

In the lounge.

Mason Nightshade sat on a chair, his demeanor slightly cold, with his distinctly jointed fingers pressing against the script of "Dawnsong 2," the open page detailing the kissing scene.

The screenwriter was a frail woman, sitting trembling across from Mason Nightshade. Despite being afraid, she mustered the courage to say, "A romance scene without a kiss scene is too... and there's only this one real kissing scene in the whole script, the audience is waiting for this kiss, if it's cut out..."