What does it feel like when a bomber dives down? Clear target, aggressive momentum, black smoke billowing even before it hits the ground. At the moment of leaning down, Li Ling was still a bit nervous. Then she realized she was overthinking it. When Jin Jingyao said "give a hug," it really was just a hug, in the most corporate sense, with very precise wording. He didn't even know where to put his hands. After hesitating for a moment, his broad palm gently rested on her shoulder. The warmth from his palm seeped through her thin clothing, like a withered leaf trembling under the sunlight. Tentative, awkward, restrained. Perhaps with a hint of clumsy boldness. Li Ling smelled a faint scent of rain spreading in the carriage. The touch of the young man was clean, without much additional meaning, making her feel safe. But this time, he didn't close his eyes, so in the chaos, Li Ling was once again captured by his gaze. Jin Jingyao wasn't wearing glasses, staring straight at her. His eyes were quite complex, containing something difficult to decipher. In those amber eyes, Li Ling saw a vast forest and herself buried under layers of fallen leaves. She hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his arm, signaling him to come closer. The muscles in his arm were still a bit stiff from being touched, but his attitude was fairly compliant. Their distance closed and closed again, until she was finally trapped between the cold glass and his warm body. His somewhat unstable breath brushed against her neck, like dense rain filling the gaps between the treetops. He was learning quickly. His understanding of hugging gradually shifted from unfamiliar to adequate. Li Ling whispered, "Director, how do you feel now?" Jin Jingyao started staring at her lips with a rather strange look again. Not sure if he thought she was being noisy and wanted to cover her mouth with his hand. It seemed he wasn't feeling very good. Then could he not hug so tightly? - By the time they returned to the set, it was already afternoon. The crew had received the notice and prepared a wheelchair waiting outside the car. Li Ling didn't really want to be carried out of the car by Director Jin in front of everyone, so she struggled to support herself on the car door and got out on her own. Due to the high chassis, the pain in her wound intensified, throbbing. This made her suddenly realize that the young man's careful movements earlier might have been because he didn't want to touch her leg. Li Ling couldn't help but turn to look at Jin Jingyao. He was still sitting in the same place, one hand on the steering wheel. As the sky gradually darkened and the shadows of the trees swayed, his expression became hard to read again. "Thank you, Director," Li Ling said to him. "Thank me for what?" Jin Jingyao said in a somewhat strange tone, "I should be thanking you." Li Ling: "..." The atmosphere was subtle, and the crew member stared at them with a rather curious look. Li Ling forced a few laughs, saying "Haha, don't mention it," and pushed the wheelchair with a fiery determination. Back in her room, there was a newly received package at the door. Li Ling opened the box and remembered that her agent had mentioned a sponsor was sending her a phone. As claimed, the new phone's camera function was indeed very powerful, especially the front camera was quite excellent. Actually, Li Ling didn't usually post selfies, but to cooperate with the sponsor's request, she casually took a few shots. Just as she was pressing the shutter, 9787532754335 replied to her private message. He asked if her phone was broken. Li Ling stared at the line of text in confusion, then flipped through the chat history and suddenly realized. He probably didn't understand the screen full of 1s she had sent earlier. Sigh. Middle-aged people lacking imagination. Just as she was about to explain to the other party, her hand shook, and she accidentally sent the selfie she had just taken. Leiling was not satisfied with this photo. She immediately clicked to retract it and asked the other party, "You didn't see it, right?" 9787532754335: "Didn't see it." After a moment of silence, he added, "And didn't save it either." Leiling: "..." What a classic case of protesting too much. Leiling: "Do you see this set square? It's about to poke your head off.jpg" This was an emoji a friend had made for her, featuring Ms. Leiling with a forced smile, holding a sharp set square. After sending the emoji, Leiling hesitated a bit. 9787532754335 had always been rigid in character and might tell her, 'Don't use foul language.' To her surprise, not only did the other party accept it well, but he also quickly sent back the same emoji. Leiling: ? 9787532754335 said very seriously, "The jagged edges of the set square image were not smooth, so I fixed it for you." Leiling: "..." "Thank you, you're so kind," she said with difficulty. 9787532754335: "You're welcome." "If you like the set square, I also edited this one for you," he said considerately. The screen suddenly displayed the selfie Leiling had just retracted. She was also holding a set square with no signs of Photoshop. Leiling: "..." What happened to not saving it? - In the evening, Leiling learned from the assistant director that the crew was going to have a dinner party. "It's just that Mr. Chen Fei, who visited the set yesterday," the assistant director said awkwardly, "still wants to have a meal with everyone." Leiling's heart skipped a beat, but she asked nonchalantly, "Is Mr. Chen Fei still with the crew?" Assistant Director: "He went back, but mainly his son, young Mr. Chen, really wants to meet the director." In such a situation, the leading actress couldn't not attend. Leiling was preoccupied but felt it shouldn't be a big problem. She was filming Jin Jingyao's scenes and was still in this circle. What was meant to come would come. Besides, what if they had already forgotten about her? She pushed her wheelchair out and, as she reached the door, she happened to run into Xiao Liu. She almost didn't recognize him. Today, he wasn't wearing his cleaning uniform, nor was he dressed as a proper assistant like before. Instead, he was in trendy brand clothes, looking quite flamboyant. With a beaming face, he walked carelessly and almost bumped into her. Seeing it was Leiling, he said smugly, "Ms. Lei, I thought you were going to hug me!" Leiling: "..." What now, is she supposed to hug everyone she meets? "How's your foot injury?" Xiao Liu asked. Leiling: "It's okay, the doctor said I need to rest." Xiao Liu: "Oh, it's really tough, getting injured while filming. How about a hug?" With that, he bent down, ready to give Leiling a modern, enthusiastic hug. Leiling was a bit stunned and instinctively pushed her wheelchair back, almost tipping over. Fortunately, a hand suddenly appeared behind her, firmly holding her wheelchair. "What are you doing?" Jin Jingyao said expressionlessly. "Giving Ms. Lei a loving hug," Xiao Liu said innocently, "What's wrong, can't I hug her?" A chilly wind blew into the corridor. Leiling suddenly felt someone touch her neck. It should have been accidental; the hand immediately moved away. Jin Jingyao whispered an apology to her. He didn't answer Xiao Liu's question about whether he could hug her. Instead, he asked, "Why are you dressed like this?"Xiao Liu beamed with pride, flashing a set of white teeth. "Having dinner with Xiao Chen, how do I look? Trendy enough?" To keep the conversation going, Li Ling politely responded, "Very trendy, you could buy a dryer." Xiao Liu widened his eyes. "That's not the kind of trendy I meant..." "Mm, you don't need to go," Jin Jingyao said. With that, he ruthlessly pushed Li Ling's wheelchair away, completely ignoring Xiao Liu's cries behind them. Xiao Liu didn't cry for long, probably worried that if he continued, missing dinner would be a small matter compared to having to clean the toilets tonight. The corridor returned to silence. The wheelchair made a series of slight, rhythmic sounds as it moved across the floor. Li Ling didn't feel much sympathy for Xiao Liu; instead, she was more worried about the upcoming dinner. She was concerned that the director might bring up old issues and continue to interrogate her. But Director Jin was surprisingly easygoing, not asking anything along the way, quietly pushing the wheelchair, even more silent than Zhou Jing. Halfway there, the weather turned worse. A strong wind blew, leaving Li Ling disheveled like a lonely wild grass. Suddenly, a jacket was thrown onto her lap. It was the dark jacket Jin Jingyao often wore on set. It was thick, clean, and had no extraneous smells. Only the collar and cuffs retained a faint warmth, like a kind of gravitational pull, giving a sense of security. How considerate. Li Ling was surprised, thinking that Director Jin would, as usual, not forget to say a few impolite words while doing a good deed, something like "Why are you wearing so little?" or "Didn't you check the weather forecast before going out?" But he remained quite silent. After giving her the jacket, he was left with only a short-sleeved shirt. Li Ling caught a glimpse of his well-defined arms pushing the wheelchair and could only say, "Thank you, Director," while draping the jacket over her shoulders. - Most of the main crew members participated in the evening's dinner. A large table of people sat together, the atmosphere lively, almost like an impromptu team-building event for the crew. As a disabled person, Li Ling received a lot of care when entering, and aside from a meaningful glance from the producer at the jacket, she didn't have much presence for the rest of the time. The most noticeable person was the main character of the dinner, Xiao Chen. As a man who enjoyed grandstanding, he made several important speeches at the table. His father, Chen Fei, was a prominent figure in the film industry, having started in the system and then ventured into business in the 90s, making a fortune in real estate before entering the entertainment industry as a producer, supporting many domestic directors. With such a status, it was understandable why, when they were filming, Da Chen could clap and interrupt the shoot without a care. Xiao Chen raised his glass and, with great remorse, said to Li Ling, "Teacher Li, what my old man did was really wrong. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. I apologize on his behalf! You drink, I'll follow!" Li Ling was stunned for a moment, not yet reacting when he started pouring wine into her empty glass. Not wanting to be rude, she reluctantly took the glass, but Jin Jingyao suddenly said, "You need to avoid certain foods." The lively dinner table fell silent for a moment, then the producer quickly started laughing and making polite conversation to smooth things over. The atmosphere soon returned to normal. Li Ling sneaked a glance at Jin Jingyao, only to be caught red-handed. He stared at her emotionlessly, like a personal trainer watching his client intently.Under such immense pressure, she awkwardly put down her wine glass. The conversation continued. Little Chen always dismissed his father's great achievements. He claimed to have studied abroad for many years and considered himself a progressive individual with many new insights into the domestic film and television industry. When he mentioned for the fifth time that short dramas were a new track and enthusiastically invited Director Jin to join him in creating the first year of the Chinese sci-fi micro-short drama universe, Li Ling quietly reached out with her chopsticks towards a plate of spicy bullfrog. "You need to avoid that," Jin Jingyao said again. He then requested the chef to bring her a bowl of plain congee. Li Ling: "..." Little Chen seized the opportunity and quickly interjected, stating that strong female leads were also a trending keyword, and they could definitely create a Chinese version of the Red, Green, and Blue Widow. "Teacher Li would be perfect; her appearance is simply stunning," he praised passionately. Li Ling smiled awkwardly and felt that the private coach with the surname Jin glanced at her again. But just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly called away by the assistant director. Perhaps it was something urgent, as the producer also left the table. The plain congee was served just in time. Li Ling reluctantly stared at the bowl of congee, noticing that the private coach gave her a warning look from afar before leaving the room. She picked up the spoon with a heavy heart. She blew on it, then blew on it again. Little Chen suddenly leaned in and said ambiguously, "The director is very strict with you, Teacher Li.""