"Ah, ah!"
Qiao Xi struggled even harder.
"Don't!"
"Brother Chu Ting!"
Only these few words could be vaguely made out from Qiao Xi's voice.
She kept struggling, her wrist bleeding, tinting the rope a slight red.
Tears fell heavily from Qiao Xi's eyes.
It was a look of utter desperation.
The gunfire had ended at some unknown time, and Mo Qing had also called "Cut."
But Qiao Xi had not yet come out of her role.
She lay on the ground, continuously sobbing.
Her silent tears made the female staff around her start to sob quietly too.
The instant Mo Qing yelled "Cut," everyone rushed towards Qiao Xi.
Chu Xiuyun moved quickly, but Su Tutu, who was closest, reached her first.
Su Tutu held the trembling Qiao Xi and gently peeled off the tape from her mouth.
"It's okay, Xixi."
Staff members untied the ropes from her body, and Qiao Xi collapsed into Su Tutu's arms.
Su Tutu gently stroked Qiao Xi's back, "I'm here for you, ah, I'll always be with you."