The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1882 The Beauty of an Encounter

The staff member in front of me looked to be around forty years old. He was capable and efficient, with short hair and dressed in a formal suit. He wasn't carrying any jingling tools, only a walkie-talkie. He seemed to be the supervisor and was already familiar with unexpected situations on the red carpet.

She looked up at Anson and gave him an apologetic smile. "Anson, don't worry, leave this to us. Trust me, everything will be fine."

She straightened her back and made an inviting gesture, "Please move forward, the photo area is just ahead, the reporters have been waiting so long their necks are sore."

Clearly, she prioritized things slightly differently.

The supervisor's responsibility is to maintain the smooth operation of the red carpet, keep all unexpected situations away from the live broadcast cameras and the crowd, and ensure the success of the awards ceremony.

Right now, besides Anson, what truly worries her is the ABC television broadcast cameras—

As expected, ABC was very professional. The cameraman moved the camera, and the live broadcast studio must have switched the view to avoid a live broadcast accident.

However, Anson did not respond. "You should check on her condition first. Where are the medical staff?"

The supervisor turned his attention back to Anson, only to find an unwavering determination in Anson's eyes.

She didn't argue further, but looked down at the plump woman. "Anna?"

"Anna!"

"Are you ok?"

The woman slightly moved her hands away, peeking through her fingers.

The supervisor cleverly bent down and whispered a few words to the woman's lips.

Then, it was obvious that the supervisor's back and shoulders stiffened for a moment. When he raised his head again, he immediately saw Anson still kneeling on one knee beside him.

His face was full of worry.

The supervisor's expression was slightly awkward and stiff, but she displayed professionalism, quickly composed herself, regained her composure, and gave an apologetic smile. "Anson, everything is fine here, please don't worry."

Unfortunately, Anson didn't buy it at all.

Anson looked directly into the supervisor's eyes. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with her? So, what just happened? Why haven't the medical staff arrived yet?"

The supervisor hesitated for a moment, looking at the woman who had covered her face with her hands, his expression slightly hesitant. "Anson, I'm sorry, this is Anna. She likes you, she really likes you."

The woman covered her face with both hands and let out a wail.

"She likes your movies, your music, everything about you, she just likes you."

"But obviously, she didn't expect to run into you face-to-face on the red carpet, and almost bump into you."

"So, she just... had a very minor heart attack. Just a very minor one."

Ryan: ...

Onlookers: ...

Stunned, dumbfounded, speechless.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

This was clearly an unexpected situation.

Generally speaking, award ceremony staff are used to seeing the real Hollywood stars behind the scenes, so they tend to demystify them and don't view them through rose-tinted glasses like ordinary people. Not only do they not see them through rose-tinted glasses, but they might even complain about them in private, and many of the rumors that circulate are spread from their mouths.

So, what's the current situation?
Not only were the bystanders baffled, but Anson himself was also completely confused: ???

……That's it?
Anson's heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally settled back into his chest. He looked at the woman covering her face again, chuckled, and still had to ask her one more question.

"Anna, right? You're okay, are you sure?"

Anna, lying on the ground, nodded sullenly in response.

Finally, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, nothing terrible had happened. This little incident could even become fodder for their casual conversation. Anson's lips curled into a slight smile.

Perhaps it wasn't a big deal for him, or even just a routine matter; but Anson understood that for Anna, it was a huge deal, a matter of life and death.

Anson thought for a moment, "Anna, do you want me to pretend I know nothing and leave now, or do you want me to give you a hug and tell you that this is nothing at all?"

Beside him, the supervisor couldn't help but glance at Anson again, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Anna was stunned. She lay there, hesitating for a moment. The angel and the demon were pulling at each other, but in the end, she carefully pulled her hands apart.

As soon as Anna saw Anson's face, it was exactly the same as she remembered, even more charming than in the poster on the screen. His warm smile with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and his clear, bright blue eyes stared intently at her. All the other noises of the world around her disappeared, and everything else became unimportant. It was enough to just look at him and gaze at him.

The noise subsided and became quiet.

Anson extended his right hand.

Anna swallowed hard, carefully extended her right hand, hesitated for a moment, then quickly withdrew it. She hurriedly wiped the tears from the palm and back of her right hand with her clothes before finally grasping Anson's right hand.

Anson used a little force to pull Anna to her feet.

Anna's knees were still a little weak, and she lost her balance, crashing into Anson's arms. She was startled, her arms were outstretched, her whole body was stiff, and she dared not make any sudden movements. She even forgot to breathe, and just wanted to back away and create some distance again.

Unexpectedly, Anson pulled Anna into his arms and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a Tyrannosaurus Rex."

His words elicited a chorus of soft laughter from those around him.

Anna looked up. "May I hug you?"

Anson, "Of course!"

After receiving permission, Anna suddenly threw herself into Anson's arms, hugging him tightly with both hands, and screaming uncontrollably.

Ah! Ahhhhhh!
It was a pure joy, radiant and passionate.

Anna thought that Anson would never understand how she had once wanted to give up everything, including her life, as she struggled in endless darkness.

Anson saved her.

Just like the song "Another Light," even the smallest ray of light deserves attention.

Anson is illuminating the night sky with his light, and she is willing to be a tiny, faint ray of light, quietly watching over him to dispel the darkness.

Perhaps Anson will never know what he means to her life, but she is willing to wait for him quietly forever.

Anna hugged Anson tightly, so tightly, until her body ached. "Anson, you have no idea what this means to me."

Anson gently patted Anna's back, looking down at her figure that barely reached his chest. "But luckily, we met. I'm so happy that I can be a part of your life."

Anna felt a surge of excitement and her mind was racing with thoughts that she couldn't express. She could only nod vigorously, repeatedly.

So this is what happiness is.

The supervisor looked slightly envious, but she managed to control herself and thought that it was best to stop there; they couldn't ruin the red carpet.

The supervisor was about to remind Anna when, to his utter surprise, Ryan beat her to it; the ABC live broadcast camera had already switched to her without her noticing.

"Anna!"

Ryan called out.

Anna instinctively looked up, but Anson beat her to it, cleverly hiding Anna behind him.

Entertainment to the death—that's the pulse of our times.

Anson was well aware of this, and he did not intend to rebel against the times or stand aloof from it. But sometimes, some people and things do not need to be dragged into this torrent.

(End of this chapter)