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COUNTDOWN IS ON! With less than 48 hours before voting ends, the battle for the Philippines' Outstanding Asian Star at the 2026 #SeoulInternationalDramaAwards is reaching its peak. Kim Chiu, Paulo Avelino, Anne Curtis, and Fyang Smith are holding strong in the Top 4.
[260710]
Studio Douyin Update
<Chen Yi’s Letter>
Don't look down, look up.
Six years. A full six years.
Before I knew it, the time we've spent apart has already outlasted the days we once depended on each other. Maybe time really does change or take away certain things, but I know more clearly that some things never change.
I told her, "Don't pin your future on others." But to this day, she still doesn't seem to truly understand that. Back then, I thought it didn't matter, because I was never "someone else" to her. But later, I became that "someone else" too.
Sometimes I wonder—if I had the chance to choose again, would I still earn that tuition money the same way? Would I still go to District Seven? I think I would. Because back then, I had no other way out.
I needed the money. I needed her to be able to reach her future just by standing on tiptoe—even if that future didn't include me.
No one knows that after I saw her off that day, I sat alone in the empty living room, staring at the bare niche in the wall, in the dark, for an entire night.
After she left, I "left" too. Not the way I'd once imagined—going with her to Haicheng for college—but to a place far, far away, so far that it took me three years to finally come back to this small town.
Why come back? Because I had nowhere else to go. Why did I have to come back? Because I still have memories.
When I returned to that house and took over the pool hall at the corner, life seemed to fall back into its old rhythm. But what I once took for granted had changed in so many ways.
Every night when I come home, I stand downstairs and look up for a long, long time—but that light never turns on anymore. I never climb through the window again either, because the one who would open the door and window for me is no longer there.
I no longer look forward to going home.
I've calculated the distance to Haicheng, and I've imagined what her life might be like. But I can't, and I won't, disturb her. Because here, it's still the rainy season, still thunder and lightning.
I got a car—haven't ridden a motorcycle in a long time. Life seems to be getting better, but I've been left behind here, forgotten.
Once in a while, when I pass by that rubble filled with memories, I still remember the words I said to her,
"Don't look down, look up."
Maybe that's for the best. At least she's moving upward.
#LoveForYou #SongWeilong #宋威龙 #송위룡
[260710]
Studio Douyin Update
<Chen Yi’s Letter>
Don't look down, look up.
Six years. A full six years.
Before I knew it, the time we've spent apart has already outlasted the days we once depended on each other. Maybe time really does change or take away certain things, but I know more clearly that some things never change.
I told her, "Don't pin your future on others." But to this day, she still doesn't seem to truly understand that. Back then, I thought it didn't matter, because I was never "someone else" to her. But later, I became that "someone else" too.
Sometimes I wonder—if I had the chance to choose again, would I still earn that tuition money the same way? Would I still go to District Seven? I think I would. Because back then, I had no other way out.
I needed the money. I needed her to be able to reach her future just by standing on tiptoe—even if that future didn't include me.
No one knows that after I saw her off that day, I sat alone in the empty living room, staring at the bare niche in the wall, in the dark, for an entire night.
After she left, I "left" too. Not the way I'd once imagined—going with her to Haicheng for college—but to a place far, far away, so far that it took me three years to finally come back to this small town.
Why come back? Because I had nowhere else to go. Why did I have to come back? Because I still have memories.
When I returned to that house and took over the pool hall at the corner, life seemed to fall back into its old rhythm. But what I once took for granted had changed in so many ways.
Every night when I come home, I stand downstairs and look up for a long, long time—but that light never turns on anymore. I never climb through the window again either, because the one who would open the door and window for me is no longer there.
I no longer look forward to going home.
I've calculated the distance to Haicheng, and I've imagined what her life might be like. But I can't, and I won't, disturb her. Because here, it's still the rainy season, still thunder and lightning.
I got a car—haven't ridden a motorcycle in a long time. Life seems to be getting better, but I've been left behind here, forgotten.
Once in a while, when I pass by that rubble filled with memories, I still remember the words I said to her,
"Don't look down, look up."
Maybe that's for the best. At least she's moving upward.
#LoveForYou #SongWeilong #宋威龙 #송위룡
callie: “ikaw loyal ka? nung naging tayo hindi ka loyal eh, baka sakanya diba?”
galo: “naging tayo ba?”
NOT GMA REHEATING KYLINE ALCANTARA AND MIGUEL TANFELIX EWAN KO SENYO 😭
Fyang Smith lights up every moment with effortless charm, vibrant energy, and a Golden Glow that’s uniquely her own.
🎵 Feel the glow with Golden Glow, the official Avignon Clinic theme song, now streaming on Spotify.
https://t.co/nLR3yrhHYC
#FyangSmith#GoldenGlow
Naol may taong nagpapapansin! 😖🫶
Mainggit sa kilig at kulitan nina Papa Ping & June sa Part 1 ng #WillYouFakeMarryMe ❓💍
Binge na, mga bestieee! Padating na ang Part 2 this July 15, only on #iWant!
#WYFMM#microdrama#JMFyang
Naol may taong nagpapapansin! 😖🫶
Mainggit sa kilig at kulitan nina Papa Ping & June sa Part 1 ng #WillYouFakeMarryMe ❓💍
Binge na, mga bestieee! Padating na ang Part 2 this July 15, only on #iWant!
#WYFMM#microdrama#JMFyang