Wen Mian tried to save herself, but she couldn't move at all.
The stage was slippery, and as Wen Mian stepped back a few paces, she indeed stepped on her own dress hem.
In a flash, Wen Mian fell backward, actually tumbling down toward the area below the stage.
Wen Mian's left hand braced against the floor, but a sharp object just happened to cut her wrist.
The injury wasn't serious, but the pain was intense.
"Hurry and go check on the situation!"
Both in front of and behind the curtain, there was shock all around at that moment.
Some even burst out from backstage, fearing that something had happened to Wen Mian.
On the second floor, Pei Zhiyao quickly stood up.
He tried to speak, but his throat tightened, and nothing came out.
Looking again, he noticed two silhouettes flitting past the control room at the side of the stage.
He only saw their backs and clothing but didn't catch a glimpse of their faces.
