Hospital.
"Yao, Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
When Song Yao woke up, it was already night. After the infusion, she had a rest. She felt much better, but she still felt a little dizzy.
Liang Yi reached out her hand and gently touched Song Yao's forehead, "You really scared us. You are not feeling well, why do you still pretend to be strong? You, I know you are devoted to the fashion show, but even if the show is important, isn't your health more important?" "Well, I'm fine now." Song Yao's face was still pale.
Song Yao had thought that she could hold on, but she didn't expect that she still overestimated herself. There was still something wrong with the fashion show, and it was all her fault.
"The fashion show is quite complete. Don't think about it anymore. Later, Ye Cheng went to the stage to deal with it. It should be nothing serious." Song Yao nodded, "I'm fine. You can go back now. You don't have to stay in the hospital all the time." After the show, Song Yao felt relieved.