The bus finally stopped outside the hotel where they would be staying.
It was a seaside resort hotel, its white buildings looking especially fresh against the blue sea and sky.
After resting on the bus and eating that box of hot food, Jiang Ci looked much better. She was still a little pale, but at least she no longer needed help walking, and her eyes had regained their usual clarity and coolness.
She was the first to stand, picking up her luggage and telling the people gathering around to check on her, "I'm fine now. Thank you."
Her voice was calm and even, as though she hadn't been the one who had fainted from weakness earlier.
Seeing her like this eased everyone's worries somewhat. Director Wei Yun repeatedly asked whether she needed to go to the hospital, but Jiang Ci politely declined, saying, "It's an old problem. A little rest is all I need."
She seemed eager to escape the attention and concern reserved for someone "weak," wrapping herself once more in her familiar icy shell.
Once they saw that her condition really was stable, Wei Yun and Lu Shiyan felt a little more at ease, too.
Then Wei Yun clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "All right, everyone, let's check in and put our luggage away first. You're free this afternoon, so get some rest and be ready. We start work first thing tomorrow, on time!"
The staff quickly finished checking them in and came over with a stack of key cards.
With the Film Crew's generous budget, all the rooms they had booked were deluxe king rooms of the same standard. The only difference was the view-some faced the sea, with unbeatable ocean views and spacious balconies, while others overlooked the hotel's inner gardens or the distant