Song Ci was also stunned by her own reflection in the camera. It could only be said that Qian Wu had great cinematography skills. The composition of the whole picture was clean and neat. The blue sky was so beautiful that it seemed to be painted on. The large area of light dyed the girl's fair skin, making her look even more pure and innocent. She could not help but exclaim, "It looks so beautiful!"
"Right?" Qian Wu was very satisfied. "By the way, you don't smoke, do you?"
Song Ci shook her head. She did not know how to smoke. In the later stages of Chen Guihua's life, when she had lost all hope, there was a scene where she took a cigarette to relieve her worries. She smoked with all her might, choking herself until tears flowed. "I'll try to learn how to in the next two days."