Milan, Italy.
The annual award ceremony for fashion designers was being held. The European-looking hostess, dressed in a scarlet long gown, walked to the front of the runway, smiled charmingly under the flashlight and gently opened the envelope with her slender and delicate fingers slowly opened the fine envelope containing the award list.
After a look at the result, she looked up in an elegant manner and, with her lips slightly open, announced unhurriedly in a sexy voice in English with a British accent as the music was reaching its climax.
“And the championship goes to, Elodie Xia!”
The whole stage immediately burst into an uproar. In a lounge backstage, a woman was working on her design pattern. Hearing her name, she paused, looked up and smilingly watched her good friend Rose go on stage to receive the award on her behalf.
And the woman was Xia Weiwei!
Four years had passed. She looked even more elegant and beautiful, her whole body exuding peaceful charm.
Rose excitedly pushed open the door, but seeing Xia Weiwei’s calm eyes, her fluttering heart suddenly lost its excitement, just like a tiny drop of water falling back into the vast ocean. She curled her lips in disappointment and said in Chinese, which sounded not that fluent: “Xia, why aren’t you happy at all?”
This award was the highest honor in the field of design.
Xia Weiwei chuckled: “of course I’m happy.”
Knowing that she had always been like this, Rose didn’t bother about it further, and handed the trophy to her. She picked up the unfinished design pattern and marveled at it in amazement.
A piece of girl’s clothing was drawn in retro style mixed with current popular elements.
As she was looking at it, Rose said: “This piece is going to be displayed in the show in Paris next month, right? You’ve won the award this time, so there will be a lot of reporters then. Are you still gonna lay low?”
In the past few years, Xia Weiwei had become quite a well-known designer of children’s wear, and every piece of her work had been widely praised. However, the public had hardly known anything about Xia Weiwei. She had never put in an appearance at any award ceremony, but let Rose do it for her instead.
Xia Weiwei looked at the semi-finished piece and nodded gently. She’d never expected that her picking up the hobby would help her achieve today’s achievement, not that she’d ever bothered much about the undeserved reputation. She had “died” once, and naturally wouldn’t want to appear in front of the world.
Rose shrugged her shoulders. She had been used to it. Anyway, Xia had a good husband who could help her straighten everything out, so it was not her turn to worry about her. So, she said: “have you told your man about winning this award?”
At the mention of her family, Xia Weiwei was full of tenderness and happiness: “they will know.”
She had never participated in any contest before, which made “Rebirth” the only piece. It represented Xia Weiwei’s rebirth, and of course, it conveyed something else…
This semi-finished piece was unique and only, as it would not be produced on a large scale like other styles.
Rose nodded, and the longer she stared at it, the more unique she found it: “the flight ticket has been booked, and I will take you to the airport later. I think this piece of yours is also splendid, so why don’t you also attend a contest with it?”
Xia Weiwei shook her head: “No, it’s a gift.”
Rose was surprised. A gift? She then got excited: “will your little girl wear this herself for the catwalk show later?”
Xia Weiwei nodded with a smile. Rose couldn’t help but give her a bear hug. She liked Xia Weiwei’s baby so much. She was really a little angel. So Rose also decided to go that day. How could she miss that baby girl’s birthday? She must be there to give her loads of hugs and kisses!
“I’m going, too!”
Xia Weiwei looked at her with gentleness. Rose was as excited as a child herself, and as noisy and lively as her daughter.
“Sure, Shengsheng will be very happy to see you.”
Shengsheng, Xinsheng, which meant the rebirth of her heart in Chinese. So she named her daughter Xia Xinsheng.
Yes, Xia Weiwei had a beloved daughter, a testimony to her rebirth and the continuation of her life.