Chapter 80 Chapter 80
Do people have a premonition when love fades? Kiko Mizuhara has pondered this question countless times. She has concluded: Yes. But people subconsciously avoid it, deny it, and pretend it never happened. Just like she is now.
Watching that once intense love fade away bit by bit until it becomes thin. In Tokyo, at the designated interview area backstage at a fashion event, reporters swarmed around like hyenas on the hunt.
This was a charity dinner hosted by top fashion magazine V Magazine in Tokyo, and she was invited to walk the runway. The intention wasn't to do charity, of course; it was more about maintaining a relationship with the brand.
V magazine is the core controller of fashion narrative. Luxury brands need it to shape dreams and create symbols. Artists and models are selected, packaged, and pushed into the spotlight through it, completing a cycle of traffic and reputation.
She is far from being a true supermodel. V magazines and brands are only interested in her freshness and recognition. This relationship needs to be repeatedly consolidated, whether through power, resources, or topicality. Her face,
It was just a stepping stone—after all, in the modeling world, the least scarce thing was a pretty face. She disliked this kind of exchange. She was just a chip at the table. But she had to play by the rules.
There were no fixed interview spots in the interview area. Stars and models attending the banquet could just stand anywhere and be surrounded by reporters. This was the spot where one could most clearly see a person's popularity—the spotlights were everywhere, hitting their eyelids.
The scene was so dazzling that it made people's vision go black. The cameras, microphones, and recorders held high piled up like sharp waves. The popular artist was surrounded by a crowd of people.
Special staff are needed to maintain order and clear a way for them to leave; it is different for small artists who are ignored by everyone. Even if they walk through the area very slowly and deliberately, they may not be noticed by reporters, and in the end they can only leave in embarrassment.
Mizuhara Kiko now belongs to the former. Although she was famous, she was only considered to be one of the most famous but not as famous as the most famous.
But now was different. Now, as long as she avoided the most popular people, she would be the center of attention when she walked to the interview area. There was a dense sea of microphones in front of her, and her ears were filled with increasingly urgent "Kiko—" calls.
“Kiko, Kiko, here!” “Kiko, so beautiful, look to the right——” “Kiko——” “......”
Without regard for courtesy, the reporters rushed to shout her name, hoping to get her attention. In the end, it was only after the staff intervened that order was restored, and the reporters finally began to raise their hands and ask questions.
"Kiko-san, I'm Kudo Oguriko, a reporter for Weekly Yamano. Is the news from last month about me hanging out at an amusement park with GD-san, the leader of the Korean band Bigbang, true?"
As soon as Kouriko asked the question, the flashbulbs that had been flashing suddenly stopped. The huge interview area suddenly became so quiet that one could hear the breathing of the people around them. As expected. Mizuhara Kiko lowered her eyes.
Although it wasn't her original intention, this relationship unexpectedly brought her unprecedented attention. It's no wonder her agency was so shocked when they first heard about the rumor of her dating the "leader of a top K-pop boy band."
The reporter didn't even bother to go through the motions, getting straight to the point, unabashedly eager to prey. "Yes, GD-san and I are good friends, and it wasn't just the two of us at the time; there were other friends with us," she replied with a smile.
It was he who suggested going to the amusement park as compensation.
At that time, their relationship seemed to be stuck in a vicious circle: he was cold, she was angry, he apologized, and then they reconciled... It went on and on like this, like an unsolvable Möbius strip, becoming more silent and exhausted each time.
She was so happy during the playtime that she didn't even notice she was being photographed. If she denied it now, it would be a disguised admission. So, she could only say that she was with other friends. "So, are you and GD-san in a relationship now?"
Mizugen Kiko thought her expression must be ridiculous. It was rare for her to lose control of her facial expressions. She tried to put on a polite smile, but her eyes weren't smiling. She wanted to say it, to say it without hesitation.
No one loves someone without letting the world know. She wants to hold hands and kiss in the sunshine, and tell everyone who she loves and that person loves her back.
Now, this desire was stronger than ever, because she was more uneasy than ever—he seemed no longer to love her.
"I'm friends with GD-san," she forced a smile, as if to bolster her credibility, and nodded vigorously. The reporters hissed softly, clearly dissatisfied with her answer, and continued to barrage questions.
"What's the reason for not going public? Is it because the other party doesn't agree?" "What are your future plans? Will you focus your career on Korea?" "Are there any discord in your relationship?" "......"
Mizuhara Kiko stopped talking. Like an emotionless robot, she maintained a perfect smile, only nodding slightly at the camera occasionally, and no longer answered.
The staff who were maintaining order finally intervened at this time and reminded: "Mina-san, you can only ask questions related to Kiko's work and this event." The reporter's voice immediately lowered.
No one really cared about her fashion sense, nor did anyone remember that her main job was a model. The reporters perfunctorily asked a few more questions related to the event, and the interview quickly ended.
On the way back in the car, her sister Youguo looked at her with some concern.
Yuguo was also a model. They had been working separately at the event, only reuniting in the nanny car near the end. They were sisters, having grown up together in the Japanese entertainment industry, so naturally they had a deep bond. Suwon Yuguo wasn't exactly fond of Quan Zhilong.
From the outside, he's far more famous than Kiko Mizumoto. While such a person might be attractive as an entertainer, he might not be a suitable choice as a romantic partner. Lately, Kiko's condition has visibly deteriorated.
"Are you okay?" Mizuhara shook her head. She felt like she was suffering from a slow, persistent illness, her body being eroded bit by bit, leaving her with no strength and no hope of recovery.
She was completely passive. When he approached her, she was in the clouds. When he moved away, she fell into the abyss. "Why, did you have a fight?" Yuguo sighed and asked patiently. "No," Mizuhara Kiko still shook her head, "We didn't have a fight."
Seeing her sister's worried expression, she didn't know what to say. She didn't know what was going on. That was the problem.
It wasn't just a language barrier; there was always an invisible barrier between them. She wanted to get closer, but once she crossed a certain line, he would retreat. At first, she didn't notice, because he was always so gentle and caring. But over time, that invisible barrier finally surfaced.
"I don't quite understand him." She said a little confusedly, "Before... I thought I understood him." He is a considerate, romantic, and childish lover, and he is also a closed, sensitive, and cold lover.
As if she had the most beautiful candy in the world, she patiently peeled off the colorful wrapper, layer by layer, becoming more and more curious day by day. But one day, the wrapper could no longer be peeled off. The candy said, "This is my heart."
But she and Candy both knew it wasn't. It was still just a layer of plastic. "Anyway, there should be a way." Mizuhara smiled bitterly and shrugged. "It would be a shame if it ended like this."
Perhaps, this is her only soul mate in the world? If she can just be a little more patient, a little more patient...
"Maybe we don't see each other often enough," Youguo said carefully, "I heard that if lovers don't see each other often at the beginning, it will be difficult to maintain the relationship later." "Yeah." Kiko Mizuhara nodded vigorously, "Then let's try to see each other."
As she spoke, she pulled out her phone and began checking her schedule. "Next month..." she muttered, tapping the armrest of her chair. "Ah, got it!" She had a week free in October, so she could give him a surprise.
The nanny car drove steadily in the traffic, the night shone through the window, and the street lights flashed by one by one.
Mizuhara Yuko glanced sideways at his sister, watching her scroll through her phone with a serious and focused expression, a hint of joy on her face. Ultimately, he said nothing. Perhaps, right now, she still needed this hope.
If Xizi wants, then let this dream last a little longer.
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