The show resumed.
Everyone practiced the script according to the roles they had been assigned for the drama.
Xia Lihua worked like nothing had happened.
Not a tremble in her fingers.
Not a flicker of fear in her eyes.
But Yang Lingyun watched her closely. Whenever someone from the crew approached her too quickly—whether to adjust lighting or ask a question—Yang Lingyun subtly stepped closer, placing himself within arm's reach.
When Xia Lihua wasn't looking, his fingers flexed—as if itching to break someone's neck for laying a hand on her.
Quan Kunjie noticed.
Even Kang Minghao and Wang Nuozhi noticed.
But no one said anything.
Because after today's attack, Yang Lingyun's protectiveness felt… natural.
When Director Du finally yelled, "Cut! That's a wrap for today!" the sun had dipped behind the mountains, and the sky glowed with a fading lavender hue.
