Under a hazy night sky, where the clear moonlight danced upon the tranquil embrace of sleep, Xanthea felt a presence whispering by her ear for what seemed like an eternity. It lingered until the break of dawn, planting a gentle kiss upon her forehead before tucking her in and vanishing into the night.
Realm of Illusions, Group B filming.
"Bang—"
The staff opened a party popper, and glittering streamers flew, landing on Benjamin Jones. Kevin Smith walked over to congratulate him. "Benjamin, congrats on wrapping up!"
"Thank you, director. It was a pleasure working with you."
"Movie King." From outside the crowd, Ryan walked over holding a bouquet of flowers. "These are from Ms. Xanthea Nightshade. She wishes you all the best on wrapping up!"
Benjamin took the flowers from him, his gaze softening at the sight of the vibrant sunflowers and lilies— symbolizing victory, honor, and lasting friendship.
"Where is she now?"
"Ms. Xanthea Nightshade is with Group A and couldn't leave, so she asked me to bring the flowers."
"Knock, knock, knock."
Group A, resting room.
A knock came at the door. Xanthea was reading her script and didn't even look up, "Come in."
Before she saw anyone, a floral scent wafted in. Curious, she put down the script and saw Benjamin in his costume.
"Benjamin? It's you?"
"Congratulations on wrapping up today! Sorry, the filming schedule here is too tight, I couldn't come over myself."
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