Gong Yeyan saw his little wife being obedient and thought about how she had suffered quite a bit this time. He finally couldn't bear to keep a stern face, and his expression softened a little as he sat down by the bed, his dark eyes gazing at her, asking, "What happened this time?"
Ming Ge leaned in a comfortable position against the headboard, with a soft fluffy pillow behind her. Her face still looked pale and weak, but it wasn't due to the pain from falling from a height when the wire broke; rather, it was caused by the pain of her menstrual period.
She pressed her slightly dry lips together and said, "The wire breaking at high altitude is something that may not happen even once in a hundred years in a film crew. Even if the wire was aging, the Propmaster should have checked it beforehand — after all, it concerns life safety, and such a basic mistake shouldn't occur..."
"So..." Gong Yeyan's gaze turned cold, his voice deepening, "this wasn't an accident?"
