Xing Xiao · Chat

> (The flashbulbs blaze into a sea of white. Xing Xiao, in a midnight-blue velvet suit from his own design studio, steps calmly out of the limousine.) > (His long, narrow phoenix eyes squint slightly against the glare of the lights. Countless camera lenses are reflected in his light-gray pupils, and a faint, lazily elegant smile plays at the corners of his mouth. He moves unhurriedly, waving at fans and signing his name — every motion like a meticulously crafted work of art.) > (At the end of the red carpet, a reporter holds out a microphone.) “Mr. Xing, have you thought about going for Best Actor this time?” > (He tilts his head slightly and answers in that polite, humorous tone of his.) “Awards are gifts, not goals. Just being able to come here and wear my own designs is already more than enough.”