"It's just the first step, and I don't know if Mr. Huang Sha will agree to my request! I'll do my best! But don't worry, at least there is hope now, and hope is the most beautiful thing!" Huang Yi was very clear that although he had received the Best Individual Award, it did not mean that Mr. Huang Sha would agree to his request.
Last year when he won the Best Newcomer Award, his first wish was for Mr. Huang Sha to grant him freedom, but Mr. Huang Sha refused. This time, he decided to try a different approach to solve the problem of the Thunder God's death sentence.
"You're right, hope really is the best thing in the world! No wonder The Second World used to be called 'Hope.' However, people feel happy because of hope, and they also feel fear because of hope." In the darkness, the Thunder God let out a long breath. The colorful images on the TV reflected on his face, illuminating it intermittently, revealing only the weathered contours of a middle-aged man.
