Before the end, the heroine drinks the poison, walks alone through the empty room, and returns to the sofa where she began, slowly closing her eyes.
The bell rings again, just like in the beginning, as if signaling the end of a story, gradually returning to darkness.
Curtain call.
When the lights came on again, it was silent at first, but when all the actors came on stage, the whole place suddenly erupted with thunderous applause.
Xia Siyu is the soul of this play. Even for "Storm," it must be said, her success mainly relies on her looks.
But drama is different. The characters appear very small on stage, and facial expressions can only be clearly seen by the front rows. To complete the performance, she has to rely entirely on herself. A pause in her speech is not necessarily forgetting the lines; it could be that she's brewing emotions. Her body, her movements, her every gesture, everything needs to be finely polished.
