Chen Lin was officially discharged the next morning, the hospital corridors quiet as she and Wu Yuxuan walked out together. The sharp scent of antiseptic faded behind them, replaced by the soft spring air that greeted them at the entrance. The sky was pale blue, dotted with clouds that looked like wisps of milk, and for the first time in what felt like days, she could stretch her limbs freely without the constant buzz of machines or the clinical chill of hospital sheets.
Thanks to Lian Hua's foresight—quickly informing Director Peng that Chen Lin's hospitalization was the result of an unexpected allergic reaction—the production team had not only been understanding but had offered her an additional day off to rest. She had no shoots scheduled, no rehearsals, no meetings. For once, her schedule was blissfully blank.
It felt like stolen time.
