"Sister Wan, were you out thieving last night?"
As the bus drove out of the film city, the makeup artist beside Ye Wan, who was leaning against the window ready to sleep, teased, "After being on the set for months, today is the first time I've seen you look tired. Turns out that even the iron-clad Sister Wan can feel fatigue like us mere mortals."
Well, of course I'm tired.
The first half of the night was just exhausting my voice.
The latter half was not only exhausting my voice but also my energy.
The bumpy bus felt like a top-notch massager, and Ye Wan fell asleep while still talking.
Beside her, the considerate makeup artist adjusted the air vent and draped a coat over her.
An hour later, as the bus stopped at the outdoor location, the refreshed Ye Wan opened her eyes, looking as if she had just awakened from a beauty sleep.
Having witnessed the entire transformation from fatigued to spirited, the makeup artist was speechless.
