NOVPUBChapter 1454: 660 You are My Pride_6 Chapter 1454: 660 You are My Pride_6 “The Golden Lion Award for Best Actress goes to our newcomer, Alaric Moore, who has just turned eighteen.
Let us applaud her.”
The applause continued for a long time.
Sanny Groove expressionlessly rose from her seat, embraced the director, embraced Barrett Philbert.
She noticed the gaze cast by Anton Cook, which she understood.
Indeed, love was the greatest miracle in the world.
That gunshot wound had damaged his neurological system and caused him to lose his memory, but his love didn’t fade.
Could this cold yet sincere young man help her to hold onto him?
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Sanny Groove ascended onto the stage and collected the trophy and certificate from the award presenter.
The numerous audiences on-site, as well as the countless fans in front of the live broadcast, saw this talented young actress—who had won the Best Actress with just her first film—crying with tears streaming down her face.
She didn’t cry out loud, instead allowed the tears to silently stream down, rendering a charmingly aesthetic sight
She didn’t possess remarkable beauty, but she had a pair of expressive eyes.
At this moment, she was indescribably beautiful.
“This award belongs to Alaric Moore,” Isabella Foster’s gentle voice echoed through the microphone.
She looked into the distance, raising her trophy.
Alaric, do you see all this?
This is the honor that belongs to you.
“I met someone who taught me what dreams are, what it means to strive, it was her who led me down the path of acting.
Actually, this trophy really belongs to her.”
“Henceforth, I will take her as my role model and continue down this path of acting.
I thank Director Graham, I thank Mr.
Barrett Philbert, I thank all the colleagues and staff in the production team.
Without your hard work, I wouldn’t have won this award.
I also thank all the jury members for recognizing Alaric Moore’s acting skills.
From now on, I will spur myself on with more stringent requirements and live up to your expectations.”
Isabella Foster’s voice was full and moving, imbued with heartfelt emotions.
“Lastly…,” she smiled at the camera: “Junior, I miss you.
Can you come home soon?”
From this point on, the era of the new Best Actress winner, Alaric Moore, was about to commence.
Without a doubt, the Best Director was won by Lewis Graham, while the competition for Best Actor was too intense.
Barrett Philbert’s performance was overshadowed by the newcomer Alaric Moore, and looked less dazzling.
Ultimately, he lost out on the Best Actor award.
However, Barrett Philbert was a previous winner of the Golden Lion Award for Best Actor four years ago.
This failure would not affect him much, and his position could only rise and not fall.
Surprisingly yet predictably, the Best Music Production Award was won by Anton Cook.
Being a top singer of great creative strength, his winning of a music award in the film industry seemed a bit crossing boundaries.
However, to the public, it was expected.
Anton Cook was indeed such a legend.
He stood on the podium, spotlight focused on him.
A young man in a black suit, tall and slim, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.
His brows seemed forever frozen, exuding a aloof aura that warned people to keep a distance, yet this peculiar charm was intriguingly attractive.
He radiated blinding brilliance, as dazzling as a dream woven by God himself.
“I’ve received many awards, but this one holds entirely different meaning for me.
I thank the audience and fans for their support, and thank the judges for recognizing me.
I will continue to endeavor and create more excellent works.”
The language was concise yet sincere.
The young man stood under the brilliance, his black eyes gazing into the camera.
His eyes were composed, ambitious, and also held a longing that no one understood.
Buddha once said, letting go brings ultimate freedom.
I’ve tried to let go, but ended up failing.
I’ve come to understand that only death may bring permanent letting go.
I’ve also come to understand that real love is about granting, about not causing disturbance.
Perhaps, this is letting go from a different perspective.
