Kiki walked out of the company with a complicated mood. She didn't choose to take a car but walked for a while, her face shaded by a hat and a sun mask.
Perhaps her disguise was too good, as no fans came up to her for an autograph or a photo along the way.
Thinking of the fans amused her a bit. She couldn't recall exactly when her reputation turned into such a mess, so far removed from the days when she was adored by thousands.
When exactly did her fame decline so badly? Kiki desperately tried to recall, needing to use other matters to dispel all the bad emotions from her mind.
Tristan Rowe provided her with many conveniences, even the domineering capital. She could easily get the things she longed for, like major resources, or the awards she had been pining for...
