"Qi Jianyi?" Song Chengfeng's voice was tense as he reached out to steady her, guiding her swaying form to lean against him. He pulled her close, feeling the weight of her unease settle between them.
His face darkened, worry evident in his gaze as he scanned her pale face.
"Qi Jianyi!" he called again, his voice edged with urgency.
But Qi Jianyi remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the floor, lashes trembling against her cheeks, her skin growing paler by the second.
Minutes passed before her breathing steadied. Slowly, Qi Jianyi gripped Song Chengfeng's arm, her fingers tightening as she finally looked up at him. Her eyes held a faint panic, her words coming in a breathless whisper.
"Song Chengfeng, take me out of here."
The desperation in Qi Jianyi's voice startled Song Chengfeng, but he didn't pause to question it. Taking her hand, he quickly led her away from the filming set, their footsteps hurried and focused.
