"Wow, Mr. Wellington is here!"
"The final car, the only one left to make an appearance is Director Skye Brown... Quick, quick, focus on the car door, the next one out must be Skye Brown! Snap the shot, you must capture it!"
The reporters were in a frenzy, holding their cameras, eager to rush out.
The fans were also very excited.
Even though most of them were neither fans of Dylan Wellington nor Skye Brown.
But the human desire for gossip still drove them to push forward, wanting to break through security and witness this historic moment with their own eyes.
At the moment everyone was waiting for, almost holding their breath.
A slender, soft hand, adorned with beautifully done nails, emerged from inside the car.
That hand first rested on the car door.
Then, Dylan Wellington slightly turned, reached out with his right hand, and grabbed that small hand.
"Gasp—they're actually holding hands!"
