The air inside Fu Jing Rong's private estate was calm.
Too calm, honestly.
He and Hua Jing were somewhere between reality and dreamland, wrapped in each other's arms like the rest of the world didn't exist. Warm sheets. Steady breathing. Her head tucked against his chest. Silence that made the heart ache sweetly.
But outside that peaceful room?
It was chaos.
Cold winds swept through the city, but the buzz in the streets was anything but chilly. Banners flapped on poles. Screens flashed the same name in loops. Cars paused at traffic lights where billboards towered above, pulsing with blue and gold light.
THE 38TH ANNUAL BLUE AWARDS
It was that time of year again.
In just a few days, the event would take place.
It was more than just a ceremony. To the fans, it was war.
Social media had exploded with countdowns and hashtags. Group chats were on fire.
