"clang--"

"clang--"

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At the Omega early winter collection launch event, numerous guests carrying invitations entered the venue.

After the host introduced everything, a giant T-stage rose from the ground.

At the end of the runway was a fountain, and as the venue lights gradually dimmed, graceful patterns began to gush from the edge of the fountain.

The early winter collection features light-colored designs, with large areas of white as the main color and a few decorative accents, revealing a simple and stylish aesthetic.

Except for the "heaven" prefix, all the models are male and female pairs, entering the public eye simultaneously from opposite ends of the runway.

As soon as the harp was plucked, snowflakes began to fall from the dome.

A clear, ethereal voice drifted from somewhere, as if it were telling a story in a soft, drawn-out way.

Jinling stood backstage, holding up her skirt. It would soon be her turn to go on stage, but her eyes kept searching through the crowd.

"Ms. Zhu, please concentrate, it's your turn," the assistant reminded her.

"Okay, sure!"

Jinling withdrew her gaze, composed herself, and began to walk.

"final……"

"On the agreed-upon wedding day..."

"The prince has finally lost...his princess..."

The guests in the audience were moved to tears by the story.

Jinling climbed the steps one by one, only to see many people wiping away tears, with few eyes paying attention to her.

As the story draws to a close, today's main character makes his appearance.

Wang Xuefeng wore a warm white suit with a white rose brooch on his chest. His light brown eyes seemed to be veiled by a thin layer of mist, and although they were unfocused, they perfectly expressed the feeling of "nothing is more sorrowful than a broken heart".

Jinling was momentarily stunned. If the woman behind her hadn't coughed to remind her, she would have even forgotten that she needed to turn around.

"Oh no, that expression was wrong. It should have been playful and cute..."

The judges in the audience looked rather grim.

Guests can freely browse the styles they like, but the judges are different; they need to score each model.

As expected, regarding Jin Ling's inattentive performance, apart from a few who had received favors and gave her high scores, the rest of the judges unanimously gave her an extremely low score.

Jinling had no idea how she ended up walking back.

The models who leave the stage do not go directly off the stage. Instead, they go to a specific location as required and strike the most suitable pose for the guests to compare, evaluate and appreciate.

Ignoring everything around him, Wang Xuefeng slowly walked to the white "tombstone," knelt on one knee, and took out a ring, as if proposing to the tombstone.

However, the tombstone could not respond to him.

He knelt there like a statue, stubbornly and persistently, even as the music gradually faded away.

A soft clapping sound rang out, and gradually the applause grew louder and louder.

The guests not only admired the designer's talent, but also the model's vivid portrayal of the "prince".

"Clang, clang..."

The cheerful piano music brought everyone back to their senses, and the little girl telling the story stood under the lamplight again.

"Once upon a time, far away on the horizon, there was a peaceful country..."

"That place is called Heaven..."

The little girl's voice was very captivating; with just a few simple opening lines, she could transport all the guests to another dreamlike world.

Upon hearing this, Xiao He, who was standing on the platform waiting to go on stage, knew that it was his turn.

The first half of the story is completed with light and shadow illusions, which, together with the narration and various musical instruments, bring the atmosphere to a climax.

Only after the narrator left the ending unresolved did the elevator begin to creak and groan.

People were drawn to the fountain when the lights suddenly went out, and all eyes turned to it.

"Splash—"

The final curtain of water, like a broken beaded curtain, fell to the ground accompanied by heartbreaking piano music.

A pitiful figure stood still in the center of the pool.

Xiao He's eyes were filled with sorrow, enough to rival Wang Xuefeng's on the other side of the hall.

That unwavering determination and perseverance, undeterred by life, death, or distance, deeply moved the audience.

"Tick-tock..."

Beneath the pristine white high heels, the once dreamlike spring water had long since turned pitch black.

People looked at each other, feeling a sense of dread, as if hell was right before their eyes.

And the "hunter" who was tormented eternally in hell seemed to be right before Xiao He's eyes.

The invisible powder fell into the pool, unnoticed by anyone, including Xiao He himself who was in it.

The powder dissolves instantly in water, producing wisps of mist.

As Xiao He gazed at the dark spring water at his feet, his consciousness gradually began to blur.

"Is it a hallucination...?"

A pale hand emerged from the water but could not rise above the surface, as if it were separated by a layer of transparent glass.

The bulging veins on his arms were faintly visible, as if the person underwater was in great pain, struggling to escape, or perhaps calling for help.

"Or is it special effects produced by the organizers...?"

Xiao He felt somewhat weak, so he simply knelt down slightly on the water.

As if drawn by some unseen connection, the hand slowly overlapped with that pale hand...

Applause gradually rose from all around, but it was very suppressed, for fear of disturbing the meeting between the "princess" and the hunter.

The moment their palms met, Xiao He's mind went blank.

An ancient altar appeared in my mind without warning.

Inside the altar, there was also a pool of eerie, pitch-black water.

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