Haters are like the dense fog of winter.
When they arrive, they come fiercely, as if to engulf and swallow one whole.
But their departure is even swifter, blown away by a gust of wind.
Going from black to gray, then to fans in a mere moment seems to happen in the blink of an eye.
Thinking of Qiu Yuze's solemn pledge to "turn black popularity into positive red," Ye Wan couldn't help but stifle her laughter.
Glancing at the time, it was already close to one in the morning, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.
Considering it was evening in Paris, Ye Wan made a video call to Tang Mulin.
It took a long time before it was answered.
The large screen appeared before her eyes, and Ye Wan's smile froze for a second.
On the camera, Tang Mulin's face, which used to be a bit chubby, had thinned down, leaving a sharp chin.
His big eyes looked even darker against his snowy-white skin.
