Chen Lin took a deep breath, feeling the heaviness in her body—the dull ache in her limbs, the warmth creeping up her skin.
She knew she wasn't at her best, but she pushed it aside, steadying herself before walking over to Director Peng.
He was reviewing the previous takes on the monitor, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration.
His sharp gaze flickered across the screen, analyzing every detail with the precision of a man who had spent decades perfecting his craft.
When he noticed her approaching, he glanced up.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice calm but direct.
Chen Lin hesitated for a brief moment, pressing her lips together before speaking. "I wanted to ask… during my free time on set, would it be alright if I used it to study?"
Director Peng barely reacted. He simply raised a brow and nodded. "No problem."
