In the quiet and peaceful room, only her breathing was left, but Nan An didn't seem to think so.
A lazy and soothing tone sounded in the room. Nan An hummed slowly. There were no lyrics in the tune, but it could make people feel a kind of sincere quietness and loneliness.
The camera slowly slid past Nan An's lazy face and landed slowly under the sofa. A medicine bottle was poured on the brown carpet and the name of the medicine was written on the bottle - Sorafenib!
Accompanied by Nan An's unknown song, the camera froze. Shang Bei shouted, "Cut!"
The crew members around the periphery were stunned for a moment, as if they had woken up from a hazy dream.
They widened their eyes and looked at Su Qing, who was still lying on the old cloth sofa, in surprise. They swallowed their saliva calmly and suddenly came back to their senses.
"Not bad, Qingqing! Maintain this state. We have to film a few more scenery shots."
