Ni Sitian was covered in cold sweat. She reached for her phone from the bedside table, got out of bed, went to the balcony, and dialed Xu Tingchuan's number.

Xu Tingchuan had just finished washing his face with water in the restroom, walked out into the corridor, and answered the phone: "Hello."

"Tingchuan, it's me." Ni Sitian felt a little relieved when she heard his voice, but she also noticed that his voice was a little hoarse, so she asked worriedly, "Are you alright? Why is your voice hoarse?"

"I have a bit of a cold." Xu Tingchuan raised his hand and pressed his temple. He hadn't slept for over thirty hours. With everything piling up, even someone made of iron would get tired.

"Isn't the weather getting warmer now? How come you caught a cold?" Ni Sitian frowned worriedly and muttered a complaint, "Have you been staying up late again this week?"

The deep concern in her voice soothed Xu Tingchuan's weary body and mind, and he whispered, "No, don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

"You'd be crazy to say that. I know you work like you're out of your mind." Ni Sitian looked up at the sky, where the sun was only just peeking out, and said, "You must have stayed up all night. It's only six o'clock now. How could you be up so early if you hadn't stayed up all night?"

"Didn't you get up so early too?" Xu Tingchuan pushed open the window of the hospital corridor. The hospital was still quiet at this time.

"I had a nightmare." Ni Sitian touched her chest and said in a low, uneasy voice, "I dreamt that something happened to you, and I was so worried. Are you really okay?"

"It seems you miss me a lot, even dreaming about me." Xu Tingchuan smiled faintly.

"Yes, I miss you." This time, Ni Sitian didn't hesitate and readily admitted it because she always felt her heart was racing.

Upon hearing this, Xu Tingchuan felt as if the gloom that had been hanging over him had been swept away, and he regained the strength to fight and face the many difficulties before him.

"I miss you too. How's your script going?" He wanted to resolve all the issues before she returned, not wanting her to worry.

"Yeah, it's going pretty smoothly. If things continue as planned, we might be able to come back ahead of schedule." Ni Sitian's lips curved slightly.

"That's good. I'll wait for you to come back." Xu Tingchuan really wanted to hug her at this moment and draw energy from her.

"Hmm." Ni Sitian paused, remembering to ask about Jia Yue, and then asked, "Is Jia Yue still staying with Pei Yang?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Tingchuan gave a vague reply. Then, seeing a group of medical staff heading towards Jin Rulan's intensive care unit, he said to Ni Sitian, "I have something to do here. I'll call you again this afternoon."

"Okay." Ni Sitian put away her phone, looked down at the courtyard of the inn, and let out a long sigh.

Feeling a bit cold, I turned back into my room.

Although she had already spoken to Xu Tingchuan on the phone, she was still uneasy and couldn't sleep, so she simply turned on her computer and continued writing the script. She had to go to the filming location that afternoon. This director liked to improvise scripts and would make requests during filming, so she had spent most of her time on the filming location since she arrived.

She wrote until around eight o'clock, then got sleepy and went back to bed for a nap.

Jiang Yi got up at nine o'clock and woke her up to have breakfast together.

When she woke up, she felt extremely tired, with a heavy feeling in her shoulders and neck, and wanted to sleep some more.

It must be because I got up too early this morning that I'm feeling so tired now.