The exhibition center had a room set aside specifically for the media.
Crystal Hughes was sitting with a group of media people, her petite figure not appearing insignificant, but rather striking because of her representation of the state media and her capable, attractive image.
Camilo Nogueira entered the venue, and the first thing he saw was Crystal Hughes, seated upright and conspicuous on a chair.
She was dressed formally, meticulously groomed, with her hair neatly tied up, her expression poised without any additional emotion, as professional as everyone else present.
His gaze paused.
— He had never seen what Crystal Hughes looked like in her work mode before.
Even though he had gathered some video materials and watched segments of her interviews, witnessing her growth year by year from youthful to mature, those never gave him such a clear and tangible feeling.
