Fangfang nodded, and the gratitude in her voice carried more weight than any line about the shoot ever could.
She didn't say more than that, but the way her shoulders dropped, the way she looked at Guiying once before turning, said enough.
For someone who lived in scripts and retakes, this was as close as she got to a thank you that didn't need editing.
Bai Zichen appeared at once to escort her out, walking alongside her and her assistant with the earnest energy of someone who'd claimed the role for himself. He was already asking if she wanted water, if the car was cool enough.
Pei Jiahao followed at a respectful distance, seeing to the last formalities. He murmured instructions to the assistants, signed off on the release forms, made sure the equipment crew knew where to return the rigs. Even when the work was done, his hands didn't stop moving.
Guiying stayed where he was.
