Ning Xia looked towards Su Zaozao, her eyes full of determination, "Sister Zaozao, trust me, I can finish this."
Although she knew that Su Zaozao had her best interests at heart, as a professional artist, she had to have her own professional spirit. She couldn't just keep saying this won't work, that won't work.
She no longer had the privilege of being delicate; the man who had sheltered her from the storm had already left.
Su Zaozao wasn't one to mix personal feelings with work; understanding Ning Xia's persistence, she agreed, "Then be careful, and if you feel uncomfortable, you must speak up. Don't just grit your teeth and bear it."
"OK!" Ning Xia playfully gestured at her with a hand sign.
After communicating with the director, Ning Xia was rigged up in a harness. She was to perform a series of five sword movements in mid-air, and after completing them, she would descend gracefully to the ground.
"Everyone ready, positions!"