Ling Fei, who played the role of a rich young girl, was so excited upon seeing the man of her dreams that she disregarded everything and hurried downstairs, bounding joyfully down the stairs like a cheerful little bird.
Just as she was about to rush down the stairs, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she faltered, nearly falling.
Fortunately, her reaction was quick enough.
She grabbed the stair railing fiercely, saving herself from an embarrassing fall. Yet, clinging to the railing was not her most graceful moment.
"Cut!"
The director immediately called a halt.
"What's wrong? Did you twist your ankle?" Xiaohuang, a twenty-something assistant, quickly ran over to steady her.
Ling Fei shook her head.
"I'm fine."
Su Chen and Ouyang Feng also hurried over.
Upon hearing she was fine, they both relaxed. Ouyang Feng admonished gently, "Be careful. If you twist your ankle, it will be troublesome."