Even though I told myself I could calm down and think, knowing this matter has nothing to do with him.
But because of his profession, my originally normal and peaceful life encounters such chaotic troubles, and sometimes I really can't help but involve him.
A get-together that was supposed to be good, being able to dine and chat with an author I have always admired and respected and becoming friends was something that made me very happy.
However, being with him means worrying about being asked about our relationship by many people and worrying that going out haphazardly would cause him trouble.
Having to wear a mask and sneak through the underground passages when dining with friends, being stopped by paparazzi on the way to eat, not even knowing when a crazy fan might personally attack her, or monitoring her family and friends, unjustly criticizing her work as bad...
The fan effect can be really terrifying for ordinary people.
