Two days later, I went to the audition alone.

Ironically, I had become famous even before my debut, always the center of attention.

At 27, I should have been at the peak of my career.

Instead, I had slid backward.

But the hardships of the past five years made me feel that simply being alive was a blessing.

There wasn’t much of a difference anymore.

Wearing a thick down coat and a mask, I waited outside.

The venue for the top designers was bustling, with as many famous models as passersby, so no one noticed me.

I was resting with my eyes closed when I overheard the murmurs beside me....