Fainted due to exhaustion

A sharp panic rippled through the set.

"Chen Lin—!"

Someone screamed as she collapsed, her body giving out completely.

But before anyone could react, she was already on the ground.

The sickening crack of her head hitting the stone pavement sent a jolt of horror through the crew.

Ji Yuhan who was the closest, was the first to reach her, dropping to his knees beside her fallen form.

His breath hitched as he took in the sight—her face pale, her damp hair clinging to her forehead, her body unnaturally still.

"Chen Lin?" His voice was sharp, urgent.

He reached out, shaking her slightly. No response.

His stomach twisted.

Damn it. Damn it. He should've noticed.

The way her breathing had been slightly uneven, the feverish redness creeping along her skin, especially noticeable when he touched her warm hand, unaffected by the chill of the artificial rain.