The entertainment industry is a place that everyone yearns for, and sometimes it is a place that everyone despises.
Female celebrities and directors, young fresh meats and corporate idols are collapsing, getting married and divorced, speculating on CP, having affairs, having plastic surgery, competing for the C position.
It seems like a very mixed place.
The threshold is extremely low and the quality varies.
Everyone is controlled by a pair of invisible hands, and someone gave them a name—capital.
But I am the exception
Don't believe it, because I have an average appearance and am not on the same path as the fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged actresses. Some people call me a "harlequin", but I nod happily.
Until I met him, a "younger brother" who never made a fuss about my figure and was special and caring to me.
I was panicked, very panicked, and people's words were scary. I kept suppressing my emotions, and used my reason to tell myself every day that the gap between me and him was not a gap, but an entire galaxy.
And he: "So what? I am willing to spend even 100 million years to build a spaceship to fly to you..."
I sneered: "Silly boy..."
His lips were cold but warm... I could only widen my eyes...
Concept: Don't ask, just ask is the inspiration given to me by the rice combination