Yan Huan was comfortable with dancing and she could do some of the movements in martial arts. She seldom made bloopers, she was very conscientious about every step, and the director was pleased with her performance.
So it was unavoidable that she got herself bruised all over by jumping up and down.
"Shall I take a picture of you?" Yi Ling took her phone out with the intention of snapping some photos of Yan Huan's bruises to show her dedication to her fans.
"No." Yan Huan held the pillow in her arms and lay down.
"Why?" Yi Ling sat down. "This is a good chance. Am I supposed to hit you with a brick if you want to take the photo in the future?"
"I just don't want to." Yan Huan closed her eyes and relaxed.
