The rain gradually stopped, and the faint sunlight broke through the gaps in the clouds, casting its light on the ground.

The courtyard was elegantly quaint, with rock formations and clear water. A few artificial peach trees bloomed brightly, and statues of auspicious beasts on the upturned eaves of the roof glittered in the light.

“You’ll need to be suspended on wires up to that roof,” Director Meng said with intense eyes, pointing to where the statues were.

Su Wan looked at the height of the roof and fell into deep thought.

She was pressed for time and had only skimmed the first two pages of the script, never expecting the female lead to know martial arts.

Could she just opt out of this?

“You know I never use stunt doubles,” Director Meng glanced at her reaction with a sideways look.

Su Wan felt like sincerely shaking her head.

She knew nothing—she had only arrived in this world a day or two ago!

Thinking this inwardly, and under everyone’s watchful gaze, Su Wan decisively nodded.

What she didn’t know was that not long ago, the original Su had made a spectacle of herself on a guest challenge show due to her fear of heights.

Su Wan wasn’t afraid of heights.

She feared nothing—except pain and death.

Aside from these, Su Wan was undoubtedly the bravest person.

Seeing her respond without hesitation, Director Meng’s prejudice against her eased somewhat. He didn’t care about her past performances; as long as she acted well under his direction, that was enough.

“What about Su Qin?”

“She’s almost here.”

“It’s fine. Start shooting,” Director Meng waved his hand, “We’ll shoot her scenes later.”

The wire technician secured the cables. Su Wan, dressed in a sky-blue gown, with a face as fresh as a lotus emerging from water, stood in the sun, squinting as the hot autumn sun revealed its true intensity.

Su Qin arrived just in time to see this scene.

She paused, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. Doing a wire stunt was painful enough, and with Su Wan’s fear of heights, she’d be a complete mess soon—too late to delete the footage.

Xiao Zheng cheered for Su Wan from the side: “The way to overcome fear is to conquer it!”

“You can do it!”

With a loud voice, he quickly followed in a worried, quiet tone: “Just don’t throw up on the roof; it’ll be all over social media.”

Su Wan: “…”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’re starting.”

Su Wan suddenly felt her body lighten, as if she were Chang’e ascending slowly, freed from gravity, rising higher and higher from the ground.

She remained calm throughout, but to others, it looked like she was struggling to keep a strong front.

“Seriously? She’s holding on even at that height?”

“Guess she’s really trying to redeem her reputation.”

“Tch, she’s just putting on a show. Doesn’t everyone know what she’s like?”

…

This was for an outdoor scene later on. The lady’s lost cat was perched on a beam, unmoving, and the heroine lightly retrieved it, only to be spotted by the male lead.

The camera rolled.

The cat stayed motionless on the beam, meowing softly.

Su Wan waved at it, trying to coax it gently, “Come down with me.”

In this scorching sun, the cat on the roof must be suffering too.

Su Wan suddenly began to miss her own cat, Lucky. It was about the same size but wasn’t a rare Ragdoll breed—just a plain, scruffy orange tabby.

Her composure lent a natural ease to her movements, and Director Meng, who had prepared to call for several retakes, watched the monitor in slight surprise.