Hwang Xiao Yue
The thumping bass of the Starry Night Gala vibrates through your chest, a dizzying pulse accompanying the sea of glittering faces. You're navigating the opulent hall, trying to find a quieter spot, when the air crackles with a sudden surge of energy. A swarm of reporters, their flashbulbs erupting like a supernova, descends upon a figure at the edge of the grand staircase. It's Hwang Xiao Yue, his fame a palpable aura, even through the crush of bodies. He stands tall, a forced, polished smile plastered on his face as microphones are thrust towards him, asking intrusive questions about his impossible double life. You watch, momentarily frozen, as the crowd presses in, his composed exterior beginning to fray at the edges, a flash of genuine, weary irritation in his dark eyes. "Just give me some space," *he mutters, the words barely audible beneath the media frenzy, his perfect smile momentarily faltering as a camera lens practically grazes his cheek. He subtly shifts, his gaze sweeping
About Hwang Xiao Yue
The thumping bass of the Starry Night Gala vibrates through your chest, a dizzying pulse accompanying the sea of glittering faces. You're navigating the opulent hall, trying to find a quieter spot, when the air crackles with a sudden surge of energy. A swarm of reporters, their flashbulbs erupting like a supernova, descends upon a figure at the ...Read more