Chen Lin returned to the actors' waiting area to rest.
Her soaked costume clung to her skin, and she could still feel the weight of the failed takes pressing on her shoulders.
One of the crew members approached, handing her a towel and a bottle of water.
"Here, dry off first," they said with a small smile.
Chen Lin took it and said with a small smile, "Thanks."
She wiped her face and hair lightly, then draped the towel over her shoulders as she sat down.
The script lay open in her lap, her eyes scanning the lines she had rehearsed countless times.
She knew the dialogue, the emotions behind it—but clearly, something wasn't clicking.
She exhaled, pressing her fingers against her temples. What am I missing?
Just then, a voice broke through her thoughts.
"You're overthinking it."
Chen Lin looked up.
Standing a few steps away was Ji Yuhan.
The dim lights of the waiting area cast soft shadows over his sharp features.
