Song Qiao was momentarily stunned, then smiled and said, "Thank you, I know what to do."
About ten minutes later, the makeup was finally done. Song Qiao looked in the mirror at Song Xi and smiled slightly, patted her shoulder, and said, "Not bad, you really do suit historical dramas."
Even the makeup artist couldn't help but praise when seeing their work, "It's my first time seeing someone whose temperament suits so well, beautiful."
Song Xi felt somewhat embarrassed by the compliments, her ears turning red involuntarily.
She naturally also saw her current appearance in the mirror and was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to react. She couldn't believe she could look so good in ancient attire, it almost felt unreal.
Song Qiao brought over the script and handed it to her, "Memorize the script first, otherwise it would be bad if you forget your lines later on."
