I Went to My Ex-Girlfriend's Wedding and Somehow Became a Star

The first time I heard the guest's story, I was dumped immediately. My ex-girlfriend said she couldn't forget her ex-boyfriend, and she's still single. True story

This novel automatically blocks out the media and reporters; even the number one album didn't have the Little Dogs digging up any dirt. The protagonist thinks that as long as I don't say anything, the whole world won't know who I am.

Does anyone actually go to their ex-boyfriend's (ex-girlfriend's) wedding?

Everyone has a chubby friend; don't let down any friend who's willing to lend you money. A friend who's afraid you'll suffer but not afraid you'll drive a Land Rover is so rare—it practically only exists in novels.

Since you already have a girlfriend, why write about this woman? Thumbs down.

The author writes about too many different things: company CEO, poet, advertising creative, animator, songwriter, singer... And now he wants to be a director. The result of cramming everything in is a rambling, unfocused account of events.

I'm not sure if it's a problem with the plot, but I prefer the female supporting character's personality to the female lead's. The male lead is a bit of a jerk; he could use fewer of those smirks and flirtatious remarks.

You never post the song title first. Reading this kind of article without listening to the song first is just unpleasant; it's so frustrating.

From scattered islands, you'll find the sea.

It feels like the chapters are getting increasingly weak; I don't even want to subscribe after reading the titles of many chapters. Should the author consider making them more concise?