"Madam, we'll do that again. Also, are you tired today?"

There was a thorn hidden in the polite question. Lee Miyoon frowned, but then just let loose. She didn't have any energy to get angry.

"Director Kim, why don't we take a 10-minute break?"

"Okay. You should get some fresh air too, madam."

Her pride was hurt. She had been making mistakes for 20 minutes straight in the same scene at the same line, so she had no excuses either. This was the first time such a thing happened. Her mind was in chaos, and she found it disgusting that she couldn't digest that easy act. Her stomach was hurting as though it was being squeezed as well. Whenever a pickling pain jolted her head, she was reminded of Hong Janghae. Unless she cut off the root of all trouble, she might as well die of stress.

She went to the rooftop and put a cigarette in her mouth. One disaster struck after another. The fact that she swung her bag at Han Gaeul's face also bothered her mind. Although that wrench said that she was okay, she might make...