The instant she felt pain, Lu Xiaoxiao instinctively recoiled. That kept the sword tip from sinking deep, but its momentum still dragged a long gash across her skin.
"Cut!" At the same time, Wei Yun raised a hand to stop everyone, his tone full of displeasure. "You stabbed the wrong spot! You're supposed to stab her in the chest in this scene! The chest! Why did you aim for her shoulder? That take's no good. We're doing it again!"
After saying that, Wei Yun was just about to call action for a second take when his gaze suddenly stopped on Lu Xiaoxiao's left shoulder. A large patch of blood had already spread across it.
Wei Yun froze.
That's not right. Bai Xinyan stabbed the wrong spot, and there wasn't a blood pack on Lu Xiaoxiao's shoulder. Where did that blood come from?
Before Wei Yun could ask, the sword in Bai Xinyan's hand fell heavily to the ground with a dull clang.
She looked at everyone, panic written all over her face. Her beautiful eyes instantly misted over, and she said in a trembling voice, "Director Wei, did someone give me the wrong prop? When I stabbed Xiaoxiao just now, I didn't feel the tip retract. Don't tell me this is a real sword?"
"What?!"
Lu Shiyan's expression changed instantly. Despite his cumbersome costume, he crossed the obstacles on the set in a few strides and supported Lu Xiaoxiao.
"Zhang, hurry and get some gauze!" Seeing Lu Xiaoxiao's pallor, Wei Yun snapped out of his daze, his voice seething with anger. "What the hell happened? Why was an actor given a real sword? Get the head of the props department over here right now!"
"Xiaoxiao, you're hurt!" After examining his sister's shoulder, Lu Shiyan sounded frantic. "Does it hurt badly?