Silence hung in the room for a brief moment.
Then An Yuwei straightened her back, her expression smoothing into something obedient and soft, as if the rage from earlier had never existed.
She nodded slowly. "I will."
After a short break, An Yuwei returned to the set. She forced herself to focus, burying her temper deep under a mask of professionalism. Her performance wasn't outstanding.
There was no spark, no depth, but it was passable.
Director Ye watched the monitor with a headache forming behind his temples. After countless retakes, when he finally got a usable shot, he didn't even bother correcting her further.
"Alright, move on to the next scene," he said wearily.
And just like that, the day dragged on. Scene after scene. Take after take. By the time filming finally wrapped, Director Ye looked as though he had aged several years in a single afternoon.
