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They met again after eight years at the award ceremony. Yisong stood by the microphone and bowed again. His long slender hands were pressed on the gray and black dark pattern suit, half of the dial was exposed from the cuffs, and he waved to her with his forbearing charm. The side-parted bangs are very suitable for exposing his forehead, and the perfect outline does not require unnecessary covering. The smile on her face was very touching, and the curve of her raised mouth dropped from time to time, a trembling smile forced out of her face, and her eyes were glistening with tears. "Are you... Still willing?" He frowned slightly and said, "It's been so long." "Yes... That's right." "Willing to..." She tied the black ribbon that she had worn around her neck around his neck, tied a bow at the end, stood on tiptoes, pulled the ribbon, and covered his lips.