A long red gown traced her figure, with the twinkling of stars serving as re embellishnts, as she stood at the center of the stage, holding the trophy at that mont.
Accompanied by the movie clips playing on the giant screen behind her, the judges’ eyes were once again drawn to this girl from the Orient.
They used the most lavish and exaggerated language to describe her beauty, completely captivated by her spirited and soulful acting.
While receiving the award, thousands of lights shone solely on her.
She smiled softly, neither humble nor arrogant, and in very standard Mandarin thanked everyone, "... standing here today is not just for myself, but also for all those who love . I’m very happy, I’ve not let you down, and I’ve fulfilled the promise I once made. I hope one day, you too can beco the pride in your own heart. Lastly, I would like to thank soone..."
Hannah paused for a mont, her smile curvier than before, her voice slowly softening, "Thank you to my Mr. Simmons."
The next second, the cara accurately captured Arnold Simmons, who was sitting in the audience.
Dark shadows accented the man’s deep-set eyes and handso, clear-cut features. He sat there quietly, carrying an air of indifference and detachnt that warned others to keep their distance. Yet, when his gaze fell upon the stage, it was as if the chilling wind had cald.
The curve of his lips was like the warm and comforting sunlight of spring, but it was directed at only one person.
Among the audience, several actors who knew Hannah also knew about the romance between her and Arnold Simmons and took the lead in applauding.
The award ceremony hall instantly buzzed with excitent.
The big screen showed images of the two of them together.
As she descended the stage, Hannah ran towards Arnold Simmons, her long gown sweeping out an arc through the air.
Like Cinderella hearing the clock strike twelve at midnight, dressed in a splendid gown, but this ti, instead of departing alone, she threw herself into the arms of her beloved.
The man bowed his head, and a gentle kiss landed on the girl’s lips, filled with endless doting and tenderness.
Amidst the cheers and applause that filled the room, the man’s deep voice sounded like a vow.
He said, "I love you."
That night, the stars shone brightly, with a stream of light pouring down like the Milky Way turned upside down, scattering starlight all over the ground.
Fireworks suddenly blossod in the sky; within the silver luminescence, only their silhouettes were reflected.
She turned to smile at him, and that beca the only color in his eyes.
That evening, news of Hannah winning Best Actress at the awards was not the only thing that traveled back to her holand; the announcent of her engagent to Arnold Simmons did as well.
Arnold Simmons, previously teased as the "show-off lover," was now promoted to fiancé status.
The topic #HannahArnoldEngaged# swooped to the top of the trending searches list, marked by an overly red "hot" icon.
The whole internet was abuzz.
Although the details of the proposal remained a mystery, the kiss at the award ceremony, easily screenshotted for its stunning beauty, seed as if it was taken straight out of an idol drama.
The very image of a domineering president and his delicate actress wife.
Whether it was news of Hannah’s engagent or her triumph as an international best actress, either one would have been explosive news on its own.
That very night, the reading volu of hot search topics about Hannah had already broken through ten billion.
The likes and comnts on her latest official engagent announcent post had hit over ten million.
Hannah’s fans were beside themselves, crying while sending their blessings.
— I’m crying so hard, this is what you call a harvest of both career and love!
— Congratulations to our lady goose on the award, looks like from now on, we shouldn’t call him boss, but son-in-law.
— I’m stuffed from the dog food already, silently wondering, could it be that the two of them have already gotten their marriage certificate?
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