Chapter 852: Misos Wings (2)
"Did I... do okay? I couldn't really hear myself in the jar because the sound was all echoey... Should we film it again?"
It was technically spring, but the weather was still cold enough to need a jacket. And Miso had just spent twenty minutes inside a frigid jar wearing only a thin hanbok. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her body trembled, but the first thing she asked was whether her performance was good enough.
Miso's question, so full of pure intent, made my chest tighten. She really was becoming a true actress.
'I can't believe how much she's grown.'
Overwhelmed, I answered Miso's question with all the certainty I had. "There's no need. You were incredible! See how everyone here was completely focused on your performance? Look around."
Still holding Miso in my arms, I turned slowly so she could see everyone's reactions. The crew, the actors, and the village elders were all staring at us, eyes wide with amazement.
"Our drama's going to make waves from the first episode."
"Wow. Like mother, like daughter."
"Actors who come on this set better brace themselves."
"My wife said Miso's acting was better than mine. I've got nothing to say to that now. Sigh..."
Everyone was shaking their heads in disbelief, praising Miso's acting. Seeing their reactions, Miso finally relaxed and gave a bashful smile, snuggling deeper into my arms. Then she mumbled softly, just loud enough for me to hear.
"I'm so glad."