An Ziqi stepped forward, crouched down, and comforted him, "It's okay, don't feel guilty. If it doesn't turn out well, we can shoot it a few more times. I used to mess up too, and sometimes even got scolded by the director. Just keep learning, and you'll be fine."
The child looked at her timidly, "Really?"
"Of course." An Ziqi gently smiled and ruffled his hair.
"Tell Auntie, is there anything you're particularly afraid of?"
The child nodded without hesitation.
"Can you tell Auntie what it is?" An Ziqi lifted him onto a chair by the side.
The child thought for a moment, then leaned in to whisper in An Ziqi's ear, "Pigsy. My mom says if I misbehave, Pigsy will come at night and take me away to eat me."
Indeed, the world of children is the simplest. An Ziqi stifled her laughter, "Alright, when we're filming later, just imagine Pigsy is in front of you, and then you can hide in that lady's arms."
