"I'm fine." Her voice was still weak, as if there was a bellows in her lungs, making a hollow whooshing sound.
But after a brief rest, Xia Siyu immediately asked, "How did the shooting go?"
She had fallen so hard from high up and had practiced countless times for this scene. If all her desperate efforts ended up being in vain, it would be infuriatingly frustrating.
Bo Yan hadn't expected the first thing she'd ask after snapping back to reality would be about the quality of the filming. He was initially amused but then felt a small surge of emotion for her dedication. He thought for a while, then nodded: "Director Ji said, your efforts won't go to waste."
Xia Siyu then asked, "So that means the shots are usable?"
