In the script, he plays the emperor, and she is the empress who suddenly travels from another time.
Nan Xian pretended to be stunned as he pulled her up and followed him out of the palace.
The blower lifted her skirt, causing the tassels of her kingfisher feather hairpin to clink together and make a tinkling sound.
Nan Xian should have turned to look at the camera at this moment, and then pretended to accidentally drop the rouge box.
Suddenly, she felt a daze, and the hand holding hers turned into a larger, warmer hand.
A muffled voice said in her ear:
"Ah Xian, I'll take you to see..."
"What?" she responded instinctively.
The next moment, a suffocating pain instantly struck her chest, as if her heart was being tightly bound by a thorny bramble, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.
"Wait—" She released her hand, clutched her chest, and slowly knelt down, her back hunched in pain, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
Ding He was the first to react, rushing over in a few steps to support her upper body.
"Sis, where does it hurt?"
Nan Xian leaned against her, her eyes tightly closed, her lips trembling slightly, unable to speak.
Ding He turned around abruptly, wanting to ask someone for help, but saw Cen Xia walking quickly over with her phone in hand.
"I've already called for an ambulance, and the paramedics will be here soon." She frowned as she looked at Nan Xian's current state. "Is her condition... due to the incident on the deserted island?"
Ding He carefully wiped away Nan Xian's sweat. "Thank you. Nan Xian's health has been checked by the doctor, and there's nothing wrong with her. This is the first time she's been like this before..."
As the two talked, Nan Xian gradually regained some strength, though her heart still ached slightly.
She opened her eyes and tried to raise her voice: "I'm sorry for troubling you all. I'm feeling better now, so please don't worry."
Cen Xia patted her hand and comforted her, "The commercial can be filmed again anytime. Your health is the most important thing. Go to the hospital later for a full check-up."
Seeing that Nan Xian was about to say something more, she raised her hand to interrupt her.
“You are my spokesperson for the next five years, and I don’t want this shoot to affect our collaboration for the next five years.”
She smiled and patted Nan Xian's head. "Don't you agree?"
It was the first time Nan Xian had been touched on the head by a woman other than an elder in her family. She was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
By the time she came to her senses, she was already being taken to the hospital on a stretcher in an ambulance.
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