Xia Lihua began to be known as the film empress of China.
She was nominated for the International Academy Awards.
A moment that marked something larger than just success.
On the night of the event, the auditorium was lit in warm gold and soft white, every detail carefully arranged, every movement watched. It was a grand setting, the kind you'd expect at the Academy Awards, yet people's attention kept drifting back to one place.
To her.
Beside her, Yang Lingyun remained steady, his posture relaxed but attentive. This was their first public appearance together since everything had been revealed, and the industry had already done its usual cycle—shock, speculation, acceptance.
Now—
It was simply fact.
They were married.
And tonight, they were being watched together.
The cameras stayed on them longer than they needed to. Every small detail—the way his hand rested close to hers, the quick looks they shared—was captured on cameras, dissected, broadcast.
