Su Yu on the screen was breathtakingly beautiful, with an intensely aggressive allure.
Her red dress blazed like fire. Beneath the gaze of those signature amber eyes, even Manhattan's night sky seemed to have been set alight.
She stared straight into the camera, her eyes burning hot.
It was as if she had crossed the vast Pacific Ocean, crossed the physical barrier of the screen, and locked firmly onto Tang Song and Secretary Jin embracing in the middle of the square.
After a brief period of astonishment and speechlessness, the surrounding crowd gradually erupted.
"Su Yu! It's Su Yu!"
"Oh my god! Is that the Asian superstar—"
"Crazy! Who did this? This is Times Square!"
Countless tourists raised their phones and frantically filmed the breathtaking scene.
The flashes connected into a sea of stars.
Although Su Yu had never left much of a mark in Hollywood blockbusters due to her principle of never filming passionate scenes or intimate shots, and her few cameo appearances had all been fleeting roles, it did not diminish her fame.
Most of the international awards she had won were prestigious European honors focused on art and acting, such as Cannes and Berlin.
But that did not stop her face from becoming a passport recognized worldwide.
Her beauty transcended skin color, race, and even gender.
What was more, she was a global spokesperson fiercely sought after by every major luxury conglomerate.
At this very moment, her figure could be seen everywhere—in Fifth Avenue storefronts and on enormous posters throughout SoHo.
Coupled with those English hits that had topped the Billboard charts and won Grammy Awards.
Here, she was not an unfamiliar Eastern face. She was a true global icon.
The images showed no sign of stopping.
Su Yu continued changing poses on the screen, every