Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Lost in the Role

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

However, when Wen Nian had been studying the script at home earlier, she had spent considerable time contemplating how to effectively convey this particular scene.

Mu Ci, known for her resilience, displayed unwavering strength even in the face of broken ribs. It seemed contradictory for her to lose control of her emotions when a composed demeanor was crucial for handling the situation.

Wen Nian devised an alternative approach to portray this scene.

As Mu Ci caught sight of the laboratory building in the distance, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. Believing that she had a chance to persuade Chen Wei, her steps became noticeably lighter.

“Bang!” A figure was followed by a loud bang.

The body that was crawling on the ground twitched a few times before falling into eternal silence.

Mu Ci’s gaze fixed upon the familiar figure lying on the ground, rendering her utterly stunned. After a brief moment of disbelief, she mustered the courage to take a step forward, but her attention was abruptly diverted by the emergence of several figures exiting the laboratory building.

Upon spotting Mu Ci, Bai Jing’s pupils constricted. Zhang Ju nudged Bai Jing and the sudden interruption jolted Bai Jing back to reality, prompting her and the other four individuals to hastily depart from the scene.

Mu Ci felt her legs go weak. Trembling, she took out her phone and called the emergency number before calling the police.

Mu Ci took a few steps forward to help Chen Wei up, but when she saw the pool of blood on the ground and the limp body, Mu Ci didn’t know how to help her up.

Someone heard the noise and ran over to see what was going on.

Mu Ci stood amidst a sea of people whose mouths moved without producing any sound. Memories of her visits to the morgue to identify the lifeless body flashed through her mind, reigniting feelings of helplessness and despair. The weight of her emotions wrapped tightly around her, causing her to feel overwhelmed and on the verge of a breakdown.

She knew that the scene would be noisy, but she couldn’t hear anything. She didn’t know what they were talking about. She stood up and wanted to step forward, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. She could only look at them in confusion.

“Cut!”

Xu Chang, contrary to expectations, displayed an unusual level of satisfaction with Wen Nian’s performance. Had Wen Nian delivered a steady performance from the beginning, portraying Mu Ci, she would have carefully balanced her emotions upon witnessing Chen Wei’s demise. This would have allowed her to convey the profound impact of Chen Wei’s death on Mu Ci and laid the foundation for her subsequent descent into darkness.

After filming this scene, the prop team and makeup teacher immediately went on stage to prepare for the next scene.

Wen Nian’s peculiar behavior caught the attention of everyone present, drawing their focus towards her.

“Wen Nian! Wen Nian!”

Shen Jun’s voice acted as a lifeline, pulling Wen Nian back from her daze and grounding her in reality. As she met Shen Jun’s gaze, she could sense the worry and concern reflected in his eyes. It prompted her to refocus her attention and take in the sight of the people surrounding them.

Wen Nian forced a stiff smile. “I’m fine.”

Observing Wen Nian’s intense immersion in her character, Xu Chang grew concerned. “Wen Nian, take a break for now. Let’s film the scenes involving other characters first. We can revisit this scene on another day.”

Even actors who have undergone professional training might struggle to perform for a period of time, let alone Wen Nian, who has never received any formal acting lessons.

Wen Nian didn’t put up a fight and allowed Shen Jun to assist her in finding a quiet corner where she could rest.

Wen Nian sat silently on the chair, observing the staff in the distance as they cleaned up the pool of blood on the ground. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the crime scene photos taken by the police after her parents’ death—a similar vast pool of blood. A cold sweat once again covered her forehead.

Shen Jun was taken aback. He shifted his body slightly to shield Wen Nian’s view and embraced her with concern. Speaking gently, he reassured her, “Wen Nian, what you’re witnessing is not real. Regardless of what happens, I’ll be by your side. You’re not alone. Don’t be afraid.”

Wen Nian caught a whiff of the familiar scent on Shen Jun’s body and nestled her head in his arms. As she listened to Shen Jun’s comforting words, the tight knots in her heart, which had been lingering since the tragic loss of her parents in her past life, finally unraveled with a resounding release.

When faced with injustice in front of others, many people could suppress their tears and keep moving forward. However, when someone they truly trusted and relied upon unexpectedly appeared, their tears became unstoppable, flowing freely.

Wen Nian extended her arms and tightly embraced Shen Jun’s waist. She wept in his comforting embrace, yearning to release all the pent-up helplessness, indecision, and the lingering fear of her family’s potential demise even after her rebirth.

Shen Jun sensed his heart being clutched by an invisible hand. All he could do was hold the young girl in his arms tightly and tenderly press a kiss onto the top of Wen Nian’s head.

Wen Nian couldn’t determine how long she had been weeping, but as she gradually regained her composure, her sobs diminished. Eventually, she leaned gently against Shen Jun’s chest and whispered amidst soft sobs, “Tissue.”

Wen Nian burped as she spoke.

Shen Jun reached into his pocket and realized that he had forgotten to put tissues and a handkerchief in the woolen coat he had changed into before leaving the house. He spoke softly in a low voice, “You can just wipe your tears on my clothes..”