"Ah!" Ji Wei let out a low cry, her eyebrows tightly knit in pain, as she clutched her wrist, her eyes filled with resentment as she looked at Wen Nuan.
Where the fan wheel had grazed was precisely on her wrist's self-harm wound. Her skin's healing ability wasn't particularly good, especially since she hadn't truly rested due to filming, and shooting costume dramas in summer made her sweat a lot, leading to some inflammation just yesterday.
Now, struck by the fan, the inflamed area hurt sharply.
"I didn't mean to." Seeing Ji Wei's wrist and her expression of painful endurance, Wen Nuan remembered Leng Yan mentioning her suicide attempt and hastily apologized.
"Are you hurt?" She tried to look at Ji Wei's wound, only to be pushed away harshly as Ji Wei quickly left.
The wound couldn't be seen by others; she could only find her assistant to deal with it.
Wen Nuan watched the direction in which she left, feeling somewhat sorry for her.
As a celebrity, life must be very tiring.
