A battle of admirers

The cameras rolled once more as Chen Lin and An Yuexin stood in position, ready to reshoot their scene.

The set fell into hushed silence, everyone aware that this take had to be the one.

Chen Lin took a slow breath, centering herself. This time, she adjusted her approach—not just delivering her lines flawlessly, but guiding An Yuexin with her own performance.

If An Yuexin was struggling to match her rhythm, then Chen Lin would subtly lead her into the flow of the scene, making it impossible for her to falter.

"Action!"

The moment the cue was given, Chen Lin transformed into her character, her emotions raw yet controlled.

Every glance, every word, every shift in expression was deliberate, yet natural.

An Yuexin, who had struggled before, found herself seamlessly falling into the rhythm.

It was as if Chen Lin's performance pulled her along, allowing her to ride the momentum rather than force it.