The Closer You Got to Lin Yuan, the More You Discovered His Greatness

It was not only Kim Taeyeon and Im Yoon-ah—even Lee Soo-man was stunned by Hollywood Boulevard, packed so tightly it was impossible to squeeze through.

It was early afternoon, and the sun hung fiercely overhead.

The blazing sun scorched Hollywood Boulevard, but the crowd's enthusiasm burned even hotter.

Countless fans had gathered along both sides of the street since early morning, filling every gap like a rising tide.

Fans climbed lampposts to hang banners, packed the terraces of street-side cafés, and some had even rented aerial lifts just to overlook this unprecedented spectacle.

Kim Taeyeon spotted what appeared to be organized die-hard fans. They wore matching custom-made silver support outfits, emblazoned with glowing letters of Lin Yuan's English name, and carried enormous twenty- to thirty-meter posters that required more than a dozen people to hold.

Whenever they saw a passerby, they generously handed out small support flags.

Im Yoon-ah also saw a fan-organized symphony orchestra performing theme songs from Lin Yuan's films amid the crowd by the roadside.

This was truly something you only saw once in a lifetime. There was actually an outdoor symphony orchestra?

The fans followed the accompaniment, their laughter shaking the air, while their unified singing was even louder than the orchestra itself.

It had a faint air of ruining something refined, but the joyful atmosphere was beyond question.

At that moment, the entire Hollywood Boulevard had become a carnival for the fans to celebrate to their hearts' content.

Seeing this, Lee Soo-man's understanding was refreshed once again.

In his early years, he had studied in the United States and witnessed massive demonstrations during major historical events.

But he had to admit that he had never seen anything as grand as this.

"Look at this scale. This is what the presence of the world's greatest superstar