"You know," Chen Xinyi began carefully, her brows knitting together in concern, "pushing yourself this hard might backfire. It's great that you're dedicated, but without sleep..." she trailed off, unsure how to phrase her worry without dampening the girl's spirit.
Li Na's gaze lifted, meeting Chen Xinyi's with a mix of exhaustion and resolve. She hesitated, struggling to put into words what felt impossible to explain. It wasn't easy for anyone to understand that while she appeared every bit the trained, natural artist, she was struggling just to keep up. As Mei Xing stepping into Li Na's life, she was playing a part far more complex than any script—she was trying to fit a lifetime's worth of skill and polish into a few short weeks.