Below the award stage, a large crowd sat in dense rows.
Mu Yan was submerged in the crowd, gazing at the solemn stage and then at the unfamiliar faces surrounding her. She could feel a faint sweat starting to form in her palms.
Well, an actor who doesn't want to win an award isn't a good actor; she wants to win.
But snatching food from the jaws of wolves is clearly not easy.
She didn't think she would lose to others, but others weren't losing to her either. Her thoughts were in a bit of a mess.
Suddenly, her hand was grabbed.
Mu Yan turned her head to look at the man beside her. He was looking at her, as if saying, don't worry, I'm here.
She smiled knowingly, exhaling a soft breath, easing the tension in her heart.
The host, in fluent English, reviewed various moments during the film festival, went through all the nominated works, and then began awarding.
When it came to the award for Best Picture, Mu Yan could feel everyone in the audience holding their breath.
