Mu Yan turned her head and saw Zhao Xiyue standing beside her.
What she said sounded a bit familiar.
She nodded and said, "Morning."
"Morning." Zhao Xiyue sat down next to her.
"Every evil supporting actress is initially unlikable, but once the audience truly understands the character’s heart, they will like them."
Mu Yan was taken aback, was she comforting her?
She nodded, "Thank you, I know."
"Don’t worry, you’ll definitely beco popular." Zhao Xiyue smiled at her.
From her smile, Mu Yan could feel her sincerity.
"Mm."
Mu Yan didn’t have many friends, so it was rare to et soone like Zhao Xiyue, who naturally had the halo of a main character. The two of them quickly beca close.
Not only were they inseparable on the set, but even back at the hotel, they were always together, just one step away from sharing a bed.
Luo Yao and Zhao Xiyue’s assistant watched their close relationship with a hint of jealousy in their hearts.
It seed like they had turned into the third wheels.
"Ah Qi..." Mu Yan sneezed a few tis in the morning, her face turning red.
It’s officially the changing of seasons now, with the cool weather and significant temperature differences between morning and evening, making it easy to catch a cold.
Last night, there was a night scene, and Mu Yan wore too little, so she unfortunately caught a cold.
Zhao Xiyue handed Mu Yan a cup of hot water, "Why don’t you take a leave and go back to the hotel to rest?"
Mu Yan shook her head. This was a currently airing drama, and if she asked for leave, it would easily delay the progress of the crew.
"I’m fine." She took the cup and took a sip.
Zhao Xiyue furrowed her brow, "If you can’t hold on, don’t force yourself. Work is important, but you should also take care of yourself."
Mu Yan looked at her and gave a slight smile. It was the first ti soone had said sothing like that to her.
"Okay."
At lunch, Mu Yan didn’t have much appetite.
Jiang Jingheng called, and as soon as he heard her voice, he noticed sothing was wrong.
"What’s wrong with your throat, did you catch a cold?"
"Yeah, a little." Mu Yan rubbed her nose as she spoke and wiped it directly.
"Have you taken any dicine?"
"I have."
"Go back to the hotel and rest, don’t film anymore," he said.
Mu Yan, worried about him, said, "Okay, I’ll talk to the director later."
After a few more words, Mu Yan hung up the call and took another sip of water.
Zhao Xiyue ca over, holding a bowl of porridge, and handed it to Mu Yan.
"Who were you on the phone with just now?"
Mu Yan took the porridge, coughed lightly, and said nothing.
Zhao Xiyue sat down beside her, smiled, and said, "Was it your boyfriend? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone."
Mu Yan nodded, "Mm."
Zhao Xiyue hesitated and then asked, "Could it be your manager?"
Mu Yan was taken aback, quickly saying, "No."
Zhao Xiyue glanced at her, didn’t ask more, and it wasn’t clear whether she believed her or not.
Mu Yan, feeling dizzy, didn’t mind and forced herself to finish the porridge before lying down on the chair to rest.
In the afternoon, her scenes weren’t heavy, but Mu Yan wasn’t in great shape and had several retakes.
The director knew she had a cold and didn’t say much.
She didn’t have any scenes in the evening, so she wrapped up early and went back to the hotel.
After taking so dicine, she soon fell asleep.
She didn’t know how long had passed when she vaguely felt a shadow flickering before her eyes.
She groggily opened her eyes and indeed saw a figure in front of her.
"Ah!" she scread, sitting up all at once, clutching the duvet and backing away.
A low voice suddenly ca, "Don’t be afraid, it’s !"
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