The National Drama Festival was held at night.
The red carpet glittered like stars.
The stretch Lincoln limousine pulled up at the entrance of the venue. Yun Shishi sat in the car and looked out at the crowd and flashing lights of the cameras. It felt like she had been away for ages!
The celebrities who had arrived walked down the glittering red carpet and faced the baptism of camera flashes, at the end of which they marked their attendance with their flamboyant signatures.
Yun Shishi suddenly grabbed Mu Yazhe's hand anxiously. Her palm was damp with a layer of perspiration that had formed on it. Clearly, she was nervous.
He put his other hand over the back of her hand and smiled at her.
"Why? Are you nervous?"
"So many people! After all, I haven't experienced such a scene in a long time. I'm not used to it now!"
